A couple days ago the sun finally peeked through following our first significant snowstorm of the season. That girl and I took advantage of the clearing weather and drove a half-dozen miles to the regulating reservoir as a way to get out of the house.
Snow changes everything. The landscape softens and purifies under the white sameness of snow. Sharp sound turn blunt. The sky is a deeper blue and matters more. Birds of prey rise up without stirring a wing. The snow remembers in tracks where every rabbit or deer has been.
We drove around the now frozen body of water, stopping occasionally just so I could fling myself out there and plant a few tracks of my own in unmarked snow.
Posted today are images of the earthen dam and the stone riprap on the now quiet shore.