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.