The lake where I live is completely frozen now, and has several inches of crunchy snow on it. It is nearly ten below as I write, at 1 am; there are warnings about frostbite and hypothermia floating around. Today (yesterday) was kind of horrible and it is calming to me to think of this cold landscape over which I have no control. When I took Clarence out about an hour ago, the cold hurt his pads and he asked to come back inside. Just now we had success; I will get him some shoes. The moon is so bright, though, that you can actually see across the lake because of the light reflecting off the snow.
Day before yesterday during our run I heard the unmistakable scratching of skate blades. I glanced over my shoulder to see a skater on the lake path with her leashed dog, who was running beside her in the snow. I made a pledge to myself and to Clarence to try this soon, maybe as early as next week. This weekend, when the temperatures are predicted to be much warmer, I will do some skating with Handsome Chef Boyfriend to get my skating legs back; it has been a couple of years.
Before I left for ballet school yesterday–in spite of the biting cold and wind–I ventured through the property just across the street (yes, I have permission), down a steep hill, and stepped out onto the ice to see how it feels to stand on a vast frozen lake. In spite of the wicked cold, it was pretty amazing. I shot a few images.
on the way down
evidence of a creature who had gone before me
my first careful steps onto the ice; the groomed trail is visible just below the line of a shadow cast by a passing cloud overhead
on the lake’s north end, ice fishermen