I can't remember ever seeing the combination of blues that appeared in the frozen lake. I tried to catch them with my camera. It worked -- sort of. You get the idea. But you don't know what it feels like to be there, in the cold air that makes those colors and patterns of ice's crinkle and sparkle.
Kisha, my dog, went today. Patiently waiting while I tried to capture the amazement. Happy to have her coat on. Happy to get some cookies along the way. She understands the simplicity of a good walk, but wants her rewards too. My rewards are the beauties of this refuge in the city.
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