Living in Musketaquid, place of the Great Meadow, where water has her way with the land, I marvel at the daily, light filled transformations along the shoreline. Mid-February might well be celebrated as an annual festival of ice. Improbable forms and justapositions of frozen waterflows glint and gleam as they embrace the land and forest, creating a light-filled wonderland. There are rhythms and patterns to this frozen landscape that reflect the special signature of our Concord winters, the current and bend of the river, the rise and fall of water and temperature, and the angled clarity of light. What we see gives physical testimony to winter's progress.
While flowers continue to slumber, dress yourself warmly and venture down to the riverside to marvel at the ice. Walk slowly and look into, around, and under the frozen sheets and levitating bergs and be prepared for revelations!