Image

The River Must Floe

After a frigid night accompanied by constant wind the morning river was heavy with ice.  But, however sluggishly, it continued to make its way north.  When the temperature reached 15 degrees I ventured out to capture its shapes, colors, and light.  I was greeted by not only the view but the sound of the ice-laden river.  Instead of its usual silent passage it creaked and groaned and seemed to say, “I may appear lovely but carrying this load isn’t as easy as I make it look.”

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s