Photo essay: Finding artistry in ice
I love ice. Molded by cold and wind, it takes on the most whimsical shapes and patterns. On a recent hike, I walked to a frozen beaver pond and spotted one of those "dark stars" in the ice. It opened my eyes to others and before long, I was a little kid with a magnifying glass. While beautiful in their own right, each pattern crystallizes for a reason. Puzzling out the "how" of what I saw was just as enjoyable as the sight. Beguiled by ice, I didn't leave the pond until almost sunset. On the walk back I lost the path in the deep twilight of a cedar swamp and had to circle back. I found my way again and finally got out of the woods at nightfall.