On Sunday we saw the beginnings of Spring. It was cloudy, then sunny, muddy, slushy and mild, and a little bit rainy. I wanted to do something outside so we went to Hogs’ Back Falls to see if the thaw had begun.
We watched and listened to the water rushing through the frozen cliffs. The ice formations were beautifully crystallized in layers, suspended just inches above the water’s surface.
Some of the things that also caught my eye:
this tree, which reminded me of one I remember from a Group of Seven painting,
a moss-covered rock hiding under the snow,
and a barbed branch, silhouetted against the sparkly ripples in the water.