I love walking in the bitter cold, always have. (I know Bob, I'm nuts! Go Pack!)
Walks in the frigid cold are the best. The world is radically different than any other time of the year. All is perfectly still (if not windy) and deadly quiet. There is very little activity. Even squirrels, normally quite active, sit in frozen positions. The slight lapping sound of the water is non-existent. This stillness exaggerates the slightest sound, like the popping of the ice, the creak of an old tree, the rustling of the dead grasses along the shore, the peep of a bluebird.
Today I ventured out on to the ice to get a duck-eye view. They sure to get an amazing view of the world from the middle of the stream.
Here's what I saw.
The first image is of my favorite train bridge. Today a train was sitting in park...frozen. The second is from the middle of the ice, laying on the ice. The last is of ice formations at the bottom of a small waterfall. The ice was formed into circles and they were bouncing off each other.
Any image can be clicked to get a larger view.