Playing with Ice2

Almost the end of February, and the plums are still hesitant about blooming. On the weekend we had a warm day with a strong damp wind which melted all of the remaining snow in the garden, and the icebergs in the fish urn were reduced into placid water. I could see a few fish darting about under the water weeds.

Last night was cold enough for the urn to glass over in the thinnest layer of transparent ice, mysteriously patterned with tiny bubbles frozen into six-spoked stars. So this morning I played.

A few nights ago the full moon had me out there with a tripod, pointing the camera at the icebergs. Not much to be gleaned there but scattered bits of light. This leaves a whole world of investigation for next winter.