I wandered around taking pictures until my camera's batteries ran away. I did not realize, days later, when I collected my pictures into my computer, that I had taken so many pictures of ice.
This is a Winter of much ice.
So I guess it's kind of hard to miss it.
There is a lot of snow, too. But once a person gets out on all this snow one realizes:
Oh. It's all really just... ice.
The city has a way of compressing. Everything.
So does time.
Sometimes the ice is pretty. Sometimes it looks like it might be something else. And sometimes it's just ice that looks like ice. Its temperature is variable, but does not ever, EVER, exceed 32 degrees.
Here it is: