Cold can be beautiful. Here are some photos of methane bubbles in ice at Vermillion Lakes and some ice flowers too.
Here are a couple of favourites from past years.
And here’s a poem, to close. Stay warm!
A Winter Tale – Dec 2016
The season locks the lake away
More inaccessibly each day.
Ice quills became plates,
Plates became sheets,
And seams whereat those sheets did meet
Were stitched and sewn up tight
By frigid fingers overnight.
With snow above and ice below
Lake’s winter armour thick did grow,
‘Til the iron blue quilt was shot with white
Where crack and crystals glisten bright
In low-angled, glancing light.
Now exiled under ice, the fish,
Steeped in the deep, thick cold exist,
Until the season’s spell is ended.
Similarly, I above
Look on nearby in boots and gloves,
Longing for what cannot be,
Philosophically and patiently.