January

This time of year, the temperature is always so bitter cold that everything even "looks" cold. The sky is different shades of icy blue, airbrushed with hues of cool pinks. No reds or yellows to warm us up. It's beautiful, really, in an icy chilling way. The river where these pictures were taken at sunset is framed by tall snow covered branches. I wanted to capture the pastels of the sky that I notice are only like this during these bitter cold snaps of the Midwest in January. Cold, cold, cold, icy cold. I went to a deserted park at sunset to get these shots, not realizing that it was much colder here than it is when I'm just running from my car into a store, etc. My fingers were numb, but the quiet was peaceful, and it was nice to be outside for my mini-field trip.



FIRE AND ICE
by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.