With today’s high just above freezing, I set out on a mid-day jaunt about the village, determined to shake off the winter doldrums and stretch my legs.
A thin veil of snow carpeted the landscape below a brilliant blue sky. Down at the great bend in the river a gaggle of Canada geese sounded spontaneous greetings to others in flight overhead, while a pair of Mallards paddled quietly near the entrance to Pickerel Cove. Further downstream, two Mergansers rode the swift current before rounding up into an eddy swirling by the far bank.
The river had dropped appreciably over the past several days, leaving intricate ice formations on debris along the water’s edge. I snapped these photos of aeolian ice harps poised for an afternoon concert.