I only had to hop one fence, calm down one startled rabbit, and wade hip-deep through one muddy grove to reach the graveled path leading up to the power station. I had visited this area before and was curious what this season held for viewing. For the most part, I kept my camera aimed high hoping to catch sight of the hawk I’d seen before but then at some point I realized I should watch my footing on the icy rocks. I glanced down and this is what I saw.
In one small area ice sheets stretched. In some places water bubbled beneath the surface. Rocks and leaves were enveloped by sheer winter wraps. Later at home I played around a bit with the lighting. Revealed were bright stars in a dark sky and stained glass perfect for an outdoor cathedral.
One day later my hands are still cold from that impromptu icy shoot. But I think the numbness was worth it.