The longer you look along the edge of Long Pond, the more these little things appear. A twig becomes a sculpture. A drop of water becomes glass. The lake, the wind, and the cold keep working in miniature, making small pieces of winter that disappear almost as quickly as they form.
This one felt less like ice and more like a found jewel — clear, fragile, and lit from behind by the last colors moving across the water.
It is the kind of thing you could walk past a hundred times if you were in a hurry, which is probably why I keep going back.
Recommended Format:
12x18 Lustre Photographic Paper Print
The longer you look along the edge of Long Pond, the more these little things appear. A twig becomes a sculpture. A drop of water becomes glass. The lake, the wind, and the cold keep working in miniature, making small pieces of winter that disappear almost as quickly as they form.
This one felt less like ice and more like a found jewel — clear, fragile, and lit from behind by the last colors moving across the water.
It is the kind of thing you could walk past a hundred times if you were in a hurry, which is probably why I keep going back.
Recommended Format:
12x18 Lustre Photographic Paper Print