Angel, bell or bauble

On a recent walk along the creek, a particularly bright sunshine sparkle caught my eye from under some overhanging evergreen branches. From above on the river bank, the icy shape looked like a crystal angel suspended over the flowing water; on closer inspection, perhaps more like a bell.

Snow-laden boughs tossed about by wintry winds dip and sway sometimes breaking the surface of the water. Each bounce brings a thin layer of the dark liquid which freezes almost immediately wrapping a transparent skin on what it touched. Gradually, crystal clear baubles are built up on twigs and branches.

The clarity in the ice is remarkable. What do you see?

Did you notice in the two baubles on the left the background appears upside down and in the two on the right it is right side up!

Whether it’s the sound of angels or bells this Christmas, may you hear the Good News of the promised Messiah and receive His gifts of love, joy and peace.

Water wings

The quiet at our lake shore was disrupted the other day by a female merganser and chicks playing a game of catch-me-if-you-can. In order to not fall behind mom too far, the chicks actually lift their feet right out of the water paddle-wheel style which makes a fair bit of splashing.

If you look closely in the above image at the 3rd last chick in the line, you’ll see how high they are able to lift their feet out of the water to stroke.

Just as the chicks catch up, mom starts to pick up speed again.

She slips into the shadow and creates an interesting wake as she leaps ahead.

Her wake morphs into what looks like watery wings on her back!

Happy and Handsome

Our Silver Lab, Mac had a great time with us at camp this week. He did a lot of fetching and a lot of swimming; often at the same time 😉

During one of his breaks, he calmly posed on the dock for me. (Note my shadow in the foreground as I snapped a test shot.)

What a beautiful boy!

For the record, Mac was not my only happy and handsome boy at camp. (Love you, too, Brad)

Sunrise, Sunset

May every sunrise hold more promise and every sunset hold more peace.

Waters flow

With sorrow I share that last week we suddenly and tragically lost my husband’s nephew at the age of 26. Buddy spent time around the docks of our seaplane base off and on from the time he was a toddler. He started his flying career with us in 2004 and was back to work for us this summer. He was a gentle soul with a dimpled grin and quick wit, and he was an excellent pilot.
passing rains
My tears fall and mix with the summer rains.
Like the rain the sadness comes in varying volume, randomly; sometimes sudden, tumultuous; sometimes softly, gently.
Like the rain the sadness passes. The sun returns with warmth and light. I go on, stronger.

Optical Prism?

While shooting the spectacular morning of previous post, I noticed a bright patch of light to the right side of the island.

island in the mist

At first I thought it was a beam of sunlight breaking through the mist but as the morning brightened and at closer look, a spectrum of colour was clear.

surface prism

The full range of colour became even clearer as it seemed to stretch and move closer to shore.

fog generated prism on lake

Physics was not a strong subject of mine in school and is still a challenge to process. Even searching on line to find what this is or how it is formed made my head hurt. The best (simplest) info I found was this Wikipedia article for ‘prism‘. What I do know is it was a treat to notice and capture it.