When the river freezes

For the past month, there has been a 24-hour art show in my yard. The river has formed a layer of ice on top. On warmer days, when the frost eases, a dark channel melts on the opposite shore, through which massive ice floes and sorbet-like ice shavings flow from the north.

I captured the ice on the river with a drone from over a hundred meters up just as it had once again melted a dark blue line on the opposite shore. The slowly drifting ice floes against the dark water surface look like a work of art. Their movement oddly resembles a magnified image of blood vessels under a microscope. Nature repeats the same patterns on both small and large scales.

The next frosty night, the whole spectacle is once again securely hidden beneath a thick layer of ice.

This morning, the ice has covered the river again, and the dark water flows beneath the mirror-like surface. I walked carefully near the shore, quickly jumping back onto the bank when a resounding crack split the ice right beneath my feet. It is not yet strong enough for walking, but soon it will transform back into a winter path, allowing me to walk and ski to places that open up only in winter.

Wishing you a lovely frosty week and the breezes of winter.

♥ Hugs, Sanna