The Sounds of Winter

This morning, Misty and I walked by Dryden Lake which was iced over and splendid in the sunshine.
From time to time, strange moaning sounds emerged from the space around the lake... it was the cracking of ice sheets echoing the entire length and breadth of the place. 

And there were winter photographs everywhere... frozen twigs, a farm above the lake, ice crystals below a water pipe...

Gorgeous winter...
Nicholas