When I was wandering around and photographing dead bugs on the ice earlier this week, I also found some less morbid subject matter. Much of that consisted of ice bubbles, which never fail to attract my eye. I hope you find them as interesting as I did.
I was especially fascinated by some matted down vegetation at the edge of the wetland swale. The patterns of bubbles and lines there kept my attention for quite a while. Eventually, I pulled myself away and back to the real world, where a list of jobs awaited me.
The sound of thousands of geese above me as I walked back to the truck promised the eventual coming of spring, but it will be a while before that promise is fulfilled and the prairies re-fill with verdant color and motion. In the meantime, I’ll take my photographic opportunities when I can get them, even if that means staring at frozen bubbles.