Come Walk With Me (2)

Black ice.  We’re treading gingerly.  Today’s will be a slow walk.

Chunks of ice litter the reservoir road like crystals fallen from a giant’s necklace.

There are feathers…

Feathers, feathers and more feathers.  There’s been a massacre in the night.

We come upon a tree, its lower half in deepest shade, its topmost twigs in sunlight...

An abandoned hub cap, snapped in two…

It’s finger-nippingly cold.  The sun is on the farther shore.  Where we can admire it best.

We stop to examine two hoops, missing the log usually threaded between them.  Two cyclists pass by.  And say hello.

Comments

[Tracy]

BEAUTIFUL images, Helen! It's been terribly cold here, -14 C and more some days, and it's snowed. Nice to catch up with you here. Just lately back from the US. Slowing after jet lag and not feeling welll...'tis the season. ;o)

[Bruce]

I think I might want to reconsider when heading out to that one of these days. It is not the usual likeness for a sight I am looking forward to.