The transition of the seasons and peculiarities of winter still excite me but this is only my fifth Maine winter. I am promised by old timers (and my husband) that this excitement will fade.
I still can’t get enough of all the ways things can freeze, thaw and freeze again.
Trapping water in action is like watching lightning in a bottle for me. I left for work early the other day just so I could stop and throw rocks at Moose pond on my way. In the summer time it looks like this.
Currently it is less fluid.
Skipping stones across it results in a sound that is singular and almost indescribable. The best I can do; is that it sounds like Jurassic Park when the T-rex pulls down the electric fence.
It is absolutely unique, entrancing and hard to stop once you get started. It was good I ran out of stones that were not frozen to the ground- otherwise I would have been late to work.
I took a video but I can’t figure out how to post it here but I did post in on the Wicked Rural FB page. That is the extent of my web page abilities.
We have gotten more rain than snow this year and so we are privileged with a rare January site in Maine, the ground.
The lakes that surround us and the bog behind the house (our skating rink) have only just frozen this weekend and are at an all-time high water mark.
The frozen moss and bubbles are like a glass paperweight.
Remember the childhood awe of gazing into a glass paperweight for the first time? Or was that just me?
I like spending time finding pretty little frozen moments. There is a short window when you can see them after the big freeze. When the snow comes it will cover these border lands and they will be gone.
These absolute thresholds are mesmerizing.
I don’t know what causes these ‘smoke ribbons’ but they are beautiful!
I am happy to have taken the time to see them. Thanks for looking with me.