Yesterday, we ventured out into French Park and it was a revelation. All the waterways are frozen so you can get to vantage points you’ve never seen before. It was cold but so clear and lovely, I didn’t mind my frozen fingers from taking photos or my chafed face. It was very still, but I felt like everything around us was subtly vibrating with invisible life. In my next post I’ll share some of the wonderful animal tracks that lace through the paths and across the frozen marshes. But this time I just wanted to show some of the raw monochromatic beauty…and some wild turkeys (a flock of about 10) we crossed paths with at the entrance to the park.
Those sledders in the distance on the lake are dragging their tents and equipment to the perfect place, where they’ll set up camp and drill holes to fish.