There was no snow on the ground or ice on the river, but the temperature had been in the mid-teens for several mornings and hadn’t been above freezing on those days. When the cold front that brought those temperatures came through it came with high winds.
The winds had whipped up waves on the river, many of which had been topped by whitecaps. Now, on a calm morning, I was walking along the river admiring the sculptures created by the wind, waves and chill.
Low hanging branches of riverside trees had been repeatedly washed by the wind-driven waves, building up ice formations on the dangling twigs. The ice sculptures presented a lot of photographic opportunities, here are some of them –
Warm weather was forecast for the next several days, and the beauty of the ice will have melted away.