Nameless On Ice

Nameless On Ice

Thankfully, we are well into the double digits this morning, in contrast to the single digits near or below zero for an unrelenting week of wind, gray clouds and eyeball-freezing weather.

But it has been good for ice viewing–less so for bringing hands out of pockets, then out of gloves, to take pictures of creek ice–about the only subject worthy of such suffering for another six to eight weeks.

I suggest viewing the larger image on Flickr. The ice along Nameless Creek really does make for some crisp cameos of the season, with color added by oak and especially beech leaves trapped in cloudy or clear ice.

For anyone paying attention to such things (mom?) I will likely be posting to the blog closer to mid-day a couple of times a week only, saving the early hours for some projects I’m trying to pursue with greater discipline, and blogging and responding to emails later, when I’ve exhausted the muse with writing that takes optimum attention–such as it exists these days.

About

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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