On the Beach in Grand Haven, MI:
February
Confessions of an Ice Watcher
As I walk out on the icy shoreline on a cold February day, the
wind blows through my wool balaclava and my foot slips on glazed patches on the
sand.
My leather gloves are not warm enough to keep the wind from
freezing my fingers.
My long down coat though is keeping me warm enough to hike
along the shoreline.
I pull my Canon (camera that is) out of my pocket. I didn’t
want my camera to freeze. Ice
fascinates me. My distant relative,
Roald Amundsen was a polar explorer from the north of Norway who studied ice
and figured out how to reach the South Pole with dog sleds. Maybe that explains my fascination. Maybe.
Or it may be that the way the wind and waves change the ice patterns
every day is the fascination. From my
perch on the dunes, I watch.
In mid-February of 1979, four of the five Great Lakes
froze all the way across. This was the first year this had happened in the
recorded history of the National Weather Service. For years the harbor has not had fast
ice where the Coast Guard Ice breaker had to try and break through. Link to my author page on Amazon
I
watch. I walk and I watch some more.