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.