Lincoln Marsh 2016: January 17, 6 Degrees F, Bright Blue

One of a series of posts documenting the seasonal changes of a prairie marsh in 2016.

Six degrees is not a lot of degrees. I love the drama of going somewhere when it’s cold, and not just cold but profoundly so. Negative wind chill; a triumph to be outside.

I like to build and see evidence of my existence.

By now the water is ice.

There’s a superficial film of snow that proves it.

One can take either path. No one cares when it’s cold.

Here’s the whole set.