I wrote about ice at the local preserve and ICE as a source of fear for us all. I hope you will follow the link over to Substack and have a look. I wrote, “Yesterday I visited my old friend, the Sheri Capehart Nature Preserve. I do it all the time, but this was my first outing after several days with temperatures below freezing and several inches of sleet and some snow on the ground. That was outside; inside, my heart was buried under another sort of ice after weeks of abuse, murder, and lies in Minneapolis.”

It was beautiful at the preserve and I thought about how being there was like “looking away from the abyss.” I said, “I looked away and walked up that lovely hillside to the bluff at the top. When the ground is covered with snow (or in this case, fine sleet), the woods are opened up and the contours of the landscape made obvious. Against the white background, the trunks and branches of oaks form a sort of stark, jagged, and detailed calligraphy, the script of the woodland revealed.”

I hope you’ll give it a read and have a look at some of the photos.