Ice floes are awesome. They really elicit that feeling of it being the end of your life and you're being cast out to sea (even if that's some kind of racist myth). Since it's been really, really cold, the Connecticut River is full of them right now. Salem and I regarded them with awe on a recent jaunt down along the river.
We also contended with the excitement of pushing our bikes along the ice! Not river ice, but close to it-- not the kind of thing that your mother would encourage you to do.
I wasn't tough enough to go on the beard icicle ride the next day.
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Are there ever any days in the Summer when you miss the cold, snow, and ice?
I sometimes do when in July, when it's very hot and muggy. However, I'm always thankful for warm weather.
Cullen
Maybe like one day.
Don't you usually feel like you're getting enough of winter in the winter?
Brendan, I keep recalling Peter Waite paintings in some of your photos, like this shot under the bridge and the Park River from a week or so back. Your camera has just the right grain. Bravo!
Are you saying that Peter Waite can be replaced by a Sony W780i? Poor guy!
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