Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Textured Tuesday: Icy Lace

The other day I walked over to the Coke Field to see
what effect the flowing water might have had on the ice
in the creek, that is, if any ice had formed. 
To date, the winter has been iffy, warmer days alternating with 
aggravatingly cold ones, but that has prevented people 
having to suffer through a long period of 
bone-chilling misery. So far.

There was ice, but a lot of it had melted, the water
having played with the edges, creating beautiful
undulating borders on what remained.

The pictures above and below are different 
views of the same bit of ice. Not only do I love
the uneven scallops on the edges, I like the colors;
though muddy, they seem brilliant and crisp.

A couple days ago, probably the day I took these pictures,
I was kvetching about the lack of pretty, womanly clothes 
for a woman in my age bracket. 
You'd never have known that was anything
I cared about if you'd seen me, leaning over the bridge 
to take my pictures. I was wearing jeans, a lined plaid flannel
 barn jacket, a pink fleece hat and matching gloves. 
In winter, warm trumps girly every time.


Petrea Burchard said...

Oh, pretty pretty pretty, I'd forgotten how lovely the ice can be. I used to ice skate when I was a kid and I loved it. I don't know how I got to be such a weather wimp. Warm trumps girly, you bet, and I moved away from Chicago long after I'd gotten tired of the cold. But ice is pretty unless you slip on it.

Speedway said...

Hi, Petrea. Thanks for stopping by. I grew up cold. Hate being cold, but I like the changes of season. Yeh, I think the day you realize you might not bounce right back up is the day you start casting a wary eye at the ice. But this stuff was penned in and couldn't stick its slippy self under my feet.

And as for French Lick, the hotel and spa has been beautifully restored and, oh my, is definitely worth a visit. I hope the Super Bowl guests who may room there are suitably impressed.