Friday, January 01, 2016
I took a short walk up the creek in the cold. My attention was drawn to a song sparrow flitting down to hide in the wintry browns speckled with snow along the water's edge. That is where I spotted the little dead plant hooked on a rock mid stream, growing an ice sculpture off the splashing current.
It was probably 12 inches across and I wondered if it would continue to build Or, will the dancing rill eventually shake its delicate art free and send it downstream.