December 21, 2013
December 1, 2013
Great Meadows was as still Saturday evening as it was howling with wind just a week ago. Wednesday's generous rainfall finally filled the drought-starved river basin and marshes, then to be flash frozen since Thanksgiving day. Lovely ice and the soft reflections of the evening sun have rekindled my winter's swoon...a bit early.
I was fascinated by a curious geometry in this fresh ice, a pattern I hadn't seen before...but someone had, exactly 157 years ago -- "What I noticed for the thousandth time on the 15th was the waved surface of thin dark ice just frozen, as if it were a surface composed of large, perhaps triangular pieces raised at the edges..." (Thoreau, Journal, 11/15/1857) It's as if we're looking through shared eyes, back and forth over time.