With thanks to my Facebook friends for their contributions. The smooth, quiet brush of fresh snow under your skis. The way ice breaks and cracks over rocks as the tide falls. Empty beaches with shimmering vistas. The mildness, softness and peace a snowfall brings. Like the folks here, a winter is softness and gentility: quite [...]
I love how the soft sea ice forms, bends and cracks over rocks as the tide recedes. It was -8° C this morning along the shore of the Bay, and the tide was falling. Share and Enjoy:
I woke up this morning with my family aboard a sailboat at a peaceful anchorage in Mahone Bay just a couple of hours sail from home. And shared my thoughts: “We are so privileged to be doing this. Not just having the boat, but to be able to sail where we want and drop the [...]
Another duck in our local collection, alongside American black ducks, mallards and buffleheads. I wouldn’t ordinarily get such a photo, but there was a bush between us and the duck was preoccupied, I suppose. The tide was very high, flooding the marshes. It’s duck country. Share and Enjoy:
Spring is coming – we know it from watching the ice disappear. Martins River down the road is completely clear now, but outside our sheltered inlet there is a large, solid sheet of ice that goes up and down with the tide but hasn’t yet broken up, except around the edges. When it does, the [...]
I stood and watched the tide start to go out, leaving traces in the snow to mark how high it had been, ice crystals transformed by the brief caress of the ocean. Share and Enjoy:
We’ve had quite a long cold snap, and the ocean ice in and near our inlet is way over 6 inches thickness, the recommended thickness for safety. Beautifully smooth too, in places, though the wind chill discouraged us from going back for our skates. At low tide, the ice is sitting on or near the [...]
Ice always builds up and stays in the inlets where it isn’t easily carried out to sea. At low tide it just sits on the bottom, on the mud. There’s always a dynamic edge out there forming, melting, breaking off depending on the wave action, with pieces getting carried out to sea. Share and Enjoy:
I tasted the ice that had formed at the water’s edge on a small beach, as I said I would. As predicted, it was indeed fresh, not salty. A good survival tip, should you ever find yourself shipwrecked on a desert island in winter. Share and Enjoy:
