It is hard to imagine how fast the land changed from a gentle landscape to a cold and treacherous snow and ice covered prairie. That Artic blast gave quite a few of you a jolt having cold when you rarely do. There have been a few evenings I just go to bed and read, curled up in the covers.
See how the limestone starts a thick layer under the hillside. it is hard to imagine the ocean that existed here and formed it.
Always a slippery road to cross. It takes you across into another small section of this pretty state park where there is another entrance, a nice lodge and picnic grounds.
I liked how the splatter from a chute created these shapes that continue to grow. You can see the water spraying forming ice into a variety of shapes. It reminded me of coral.
You can see the stealth as one foot followed the next, dragging slowly through the snow, predator seeking prey.
I look around to see if I spot the predator I am tracking.
Now I identify the predator as a fox.
It must have missed the previous prey, and continued through the forest. I am the first human footprints in the area. There is a pleasure being the early visitor on a new snowfall.
The prairie falls asleep under its frozen blanket. This is a time of rest and tranquility.
Here a herd of Firepit Wreaths gather for the evening. They were pretty quiet, but can become very loud and rambunctious.
A song filtered through the frigid breeze, a song of life, sharing health and happiness to all I have met and love. It travels all across the prairie, whispering in everyone's ear tales of happiness. There is a great year ahead of us, and lots to share. Enjoy it with me, out on the prairie.