January 6, 2011. Water again, frozen, one of the great changers on our planet. I love the bulb of ice, as if the water was so eager to flow over the edge, but not to drop to the pool below. The morning sun glinted off the frozen droplets, and we have caught the water in the act of moving over the land, but then frozen, not reaching beyond its basin. Caught in the act of splashing and then freezing in the middle of it. Thursday, January 6, 2011
FROSTBITE FALLS
January 6, 2011. Water again, frozen, one of the great changers on our planet. I love the bulb of ice, as if the water was so eager to flow over the edge, but not to drop to the pool below. The morning sun glinted off the frozen droplets, and we have caught the water in the act of moving over the land, but then frozen, not reaching beyond its basin. Caught in the act of splashing and then freezing in the middle of it. 
