n English gardener, who takes a lot of photos, visits many places, listens to lots of music, reads a lot of books, who has wandered the earth but is currently dug in in Sacramento, California. On this blog: gardening and wildlife. Life in Northern California, and an archive of postings from Long Island's southern shore, amid the wetlands... restoring house and garden. And the most beautiful sunrises...
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Frozen bay, frozen (ocean) beach... but the hunt goes on
Smith Point ocean beach on Fire Island, frozen this morning; baby waves rippling onto the sands where plates of sand-mixed-with-ice had floated and cracked. A strange and unusual sight.
How cold must it be for the ocean to freeze?
Seagulls standing on their reflections on the bay; deep ice in Pattersquash Creek this morning.
Cold, but not cold enough to deter us from going to the beach, nor to keep hunters-and-their-dog at home, nor preventing the guys in the rowboats from going with the ice floes at the end of Cranberry in Mastic Beach.
It's the sunshine that does it. Makes everthing possible, despite what brain/eyes/thermometer says.
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