No, I wouldn’t want to be out on that water either.

From the archives.

Mill Pond.

Cold icicles contrast against warm-looking wood.

A damaged and fallen tree seemingly reaches out in all directions.

The trees of the surrounding woods cast shadows across the freshly frozen river that leads to Mill Pond.

I had to trudge through quite a bit of undergrowth to get to the edge of the river, but once there I was struck by how quiet and peaceful it was.

A tree in the distance gets its moment in the sun.

The water was so still and smooth on this pond. The reflections were almost perfect.