Steve wears out skis in pursuit of his prey and I hardly leave the pavement. These are record shots, essentially, but they have a certain something.


The foreground twigs are a web cast upon the ice.


A wall was built to stem the outrageous erosion.

Objects will skitter musically across the frozen pond – but not on this day.
The falls in the background spring from the rock.
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