There’s nothing so remarkable here to someone who doesn’t know this exact spot through the seasons.
It appears to be still water reflecting the grasses on the bank of Goose Creek. But those waters are never still, and only when the little creek freezes in just a certain way–and only for a short while–does clear, smooth ice mirror without a thousand ripples scattering the light.
Sometimes you take a picture for yourself, knowing no one else will see in it what your eyes and memory bring home.
2 thoughts on “Goose Creek Ice ~ Two”
Thanks again for these little glimpses of home. In my mind’s eye I can see myself in this photo as a boy roughhousing in the hayloft or “accidentally” falling in the creek (a least that would be the story for my mom) while catching crawdads.
I don’t know if you know this, but the first place I went to in Floyd was directly to Goose Creek. That was in 1976. Everyone I knew then, lived there, so I was there all the time. Boy was that a mountain awakening! I recognize the barn across from your house….and know your house, too. Of course, many of us passed thru the Creek at some time.
Farther up Check way I tried ice skating on the frozen creek! Now that was quite hysterical because there wasn’t a smooth square inch on that whole creek.
Thanks for reminding me.