 Scenes from our newly created 15 square mile back field. It happens a little different each year. Some wild weather with high winds broke up the ice in patches near the shore, tossed the pieces around, and then refroze as it was still tossing. A freeze frame from a movie that could be started up again, the world on pause. In some places thin sheets of ice standing perpendicular look like the windows of an abandoned eskimo house. With the snow sifted into the architecture like sand, it looks like the ruins of an ancient civilization. Maybe they called themselves the Glass People and their creation myth has them starting out as ice and turning into glass, a water to silicon transcendance. Maybe clarity was their highest virtue and albedo was their sacred word.
The frozen snowy lake is like a commons with a community surrounding it. After ice fishing season opens tomorrow, you can walk or ski on the lake stopping to inspect catches or visit with ice skaters or snomobilers.
 At the shore the storm piled up 5 inch thick slabs of ice rather casually. I like the cool green color of it, like ethereal key lime pies, wedges of Caribbean in storage.
These pictures are from last weekend and the scenes have disappeared below the 10 inches of snow we got last night. This morning, a flocked and perfect last morning of the year, Melissa and I skiied(sp?) down the lake a ways with Cadie trudging along, and glided smoothly back in our own tracks.
My resolutions are hung by the chimney with care and I have high hopes for interesting developments in the New Year. The Saints having won a playoff game, anything is now possible.
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