Fowl Ice

I thought I would insert a brief interlude in the 2014 countdown (#5 will be revealed on Friday). Yesterday morning Pat and I braved the low 20’s temperatures to visit one of my favorite bird sanctuaries. The low temperatures had caused ice to form near the shores, except where the sanctuary had underwater bubblers to help keep some open water available to the swans and other fowl. The ice provided some great photos and some occasional comedy. None of the fowl were stuck in the ice. I think the pictures and captions tell the story.

Now What?

Now What?


Duck on Ice

Duck on Ice


Walking on Water

Walking on Water


Keeping Up Appearances

Keeping Up Appearances


Slippery Landing

Slippery Landing


Cold Trio Walking

Cold Trio Walking


Open Water

Open Water

Buried Leaf

The 17-inch snowfall followed by sub-zero cold made for some interesting photographic opportunities. These four shots were taken on a warmer day but still show the effects in a leaf buried below the snow. See if you can figure out how I took these pics. The answer follows the last photo.

Buried

Buried

Close-up

Close-up

Emerging

Emerging

Almost Free

Almost Free

I took these shots from my kitchen, looking up at one of the skylights.

Ice Storm

Last weekend an ice storm hit much of lower Michigan. As I mentioned, we were in Douglas last weekend so my car did not have its usual garage comfort. When I went to check on my car, I found I had a Pontiac G6 ice cube. I did a close-up image of both my headlights and taillights. The last picture was taken near home on our ice world trip back to Spring Arbor.

G6 Headlight

G6 Headlight

Taillight

Taillight

Iced Bushes &  Trees

Iced Bushes & Trees

Ice and Snow

Icicles bring a sense of dread to me, similar to the Greek legend of the sword of Damocles. Perhaps my fear of these icy daggers comes from my childhood when I broke off a very large icicle. The bottom part went where I intended, but the larger upper part crashed through a six foot wide picture window. As my self-prescribed therapy I decided to try and capture some of the beauty of ice. In the process I also caught some icy hands reaching down . . . more to worry about! (What? Me worry?)

Snow also has a fearsome yet gentle beauty about it. It can be dangerous to drive in, but it also has a mystical, soothing quality. The last image is from my deck. Following that image is a poem that often comes to mind this time of year. Merry Christmas to all.

Caught Seed

Caught Seed

Icy Hands

Icy Hands

Ice and Water

Ice and Water

Ice at Night

Ice at Night

Snow and Oaks

Snow and Oaks

Midnight Snow

Falls the snow, I feel it.
Crystal candles dropping
soft hush-light on our world;
pine trees shower snow dust
from moon silhouettes
as west winds swish to ease reverie.
Deep blue midnight surrounds two.
Our steps leave memories in the snow
as warm hearts fight cold silence.
We wandered peaceful through the night,
each to each thinking on days past.
Pure Snow Brilliance would shout our guilt
but snow-wrought memories returned us to
our innocent youths
and like children
we embraced the early morning snow with frolic.
Blanketed in snow, we laughed,
but hollow echos told the truth.
It was gone
and tears grew cold upon our faces.

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