By chance I took a look outside the studio windows mid-afternoon Sunday and saw this… turquoise ice! In the past I never had my camera ready or I missed the lighting conditions, or worse I ignored it and thought “This will happen again tomorrow!”
As an avid light and weather watcher (is there such a person – well, there is now: Me!) I ran into the house, pulled on my boots, grabbed the camera and phone (just in case I fall through the ice, my optimistic husband suggested!) and made my way to the lake shore. Just humor me for a moment: I year ago on the last weekend of March we hosted the local camera club for a night shot with steel wool action in this same spot.
This year, as the image above shows, the ice has receded from the lake shore already! I was on a mission to get the best shot of the turquoise color. It reminded me of the icebergs I saw in Newfoundland in late May of 2008 – an experience not soon forgotten!
Back to Sunday afternoon: As I navigated the road through the seasonal campground near our home this is what I saw, water seeping between the broken ice, a sure sign that spring run off is in full force.
And then I heard something, I heard running water! Only a few steps away, right through the middle of the access road a fast flowing stream was making its way to the lake shore. Yes, this is a road, but every spring the destructive force of melting snow and ice wreaks havoc and access is temporarily disrupted. But this was not going to stop me, I jumped and waded across the minor obstacle to get closer to the boat launch.
This was the view from the official lake access, the place the boat ramp is installed every summer… icy slush and water. But how did these vehicles make their way on to the ice? March 15th (which was the date on Sunday) marks the date that all fishing shacks have to be off the lake. Walking and driving on (if it is safe) are still permitted to those die-hard fishermen that can’t let a day go by without the thrill of pulling fresh fish from the lake.
This fairly thick ice floe invited me to step on it… only to brake apart instantly to immerse my boots in ankle-deep water! I was still puzzled by how the truck made it on to the ice (maybe he set out early in the morning…?) when I heard a motor revving…
I guess I have no sense of adventure, or maybe I just don’t like swimming in winter? I had seen enough and tried to find a better spot to capture a better image of the turquoise ice my initial reason for venturing outside.
Hope your week is going well! I will check in again later this week…