Round boulders, glazed with thin ice. This is the last image of the series.
Ice is an incredibly organic material. It breaks, and then it fuses again, sometimes criss-crossing, sometimes visible only as a sealed crack, sometimes as a massive seam.
Between yesterday’s image and today’s, this is the better one. Compositionally it completely satisfies me. Lighting and colors, well, I admit a sundown would have been fine. It’s only that you don’t ever see a sundown in this place, even less so at that time of the year 🙂
Again one of the more classic shots with lines leading into the image.
I think this image looks fine. In direct comparison with the out-of-camera JPEG (that I won’t show you) it feels crassly overprocessed, but taken all by itself, the color and contrast please me and make it feel “real”. Strange, huh?
Bizzarre ice gardens grow along the shore, where bubbles freeze and running waters licks from below the ice.
And of those “Rock On The Rocks”, this is finally the image that satisfies me 🙂
Same place, slightly different angle, completely different image.
Holding the ashes of my father, I found the urn heavier than expected. He’s resting now.
As a child I would have played in such a place with miniature figurines of soldiers, pretending it was the edge of a giant glacier. I could do that for hours, moving troops, sending air cover, playing battles.
Without any thought of death. War was a game, death was the time between taking a figurine out of the game and positioning it anew. Some people grow old and still have those views. Many of them rule the world.