Vanishing Points

One last album of ice — now covered under a thick blanket of snow.

The ground heaved from all the freezing and thawing and freezing and thawing — thawing: water in the ground. Freezing: the water expands taking the ground up with it.  Freezing some more and then thawing, if you get it just right, leaves the ground up there by as much as four inches with the ice gone — sort of like the lost wax process used in casting sculptures and delicate parts. We’ll call it the lost water process. Or, when I stepped into the twenty-fourth of these and custard so loudly and indelicately that even the dog came running to see what was up, “effing Agatha-traps!”

But they are pretty neat to look at, these holes, so I kneeled down with the camera after carefully making sure the hound was not around to jolly me into it, bent forward, camera extended, . . .  and continued toppling forward with the momentum of the small nylon backpack that slid smoothly on my jacket and up over my head.

Take it from me, there are no elegant solutions to curiosity. Instead, check the images. If your internet is as slow as mine, they take a few seconds to become clear.

 

2 thoughts on “Vanishing Points

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s