Transition

It's transition time.

There is still the sound of rushing water as I walk the trails.

But, filigreed crystals of ice are starting to form,
making ever-stronger bonds toward the middle of the stream.

The ice on still-water ponds looks thick and milky, though I wouldn't attempt to walk across it.

In fact, where I do need to cross, I can no longer balance on the ice-encrusted logs.
Instead, I must try to find a place narrow enough to jump from solid ground to solid ground.

I love the patterns the ice crystals make.
(Do you see the little snow hearts in the bush and on the ice?)

The change from fall to winter is happening rapidly.

I'm still managing my 4-5 mile walks, but I'm going more slowly now.
I must admire and inspect and respect the ice.