Driving home, I was astonished to see that someone had added colour to the ice that forms on the large rocks that meet Cedar Avenue. I had to stop and get a better look. There was quite a variety of colours. The icicles spread the hues as they lengthened.
Someone certainly had fun with buckets of paint. The "sculpture" must change as the thawing and freezing continues. The colour drips, one into another, creating new hues.
Further up the hill, the ice was untouched by this riot of colour. Stately beauty, brushed by new fallen snow. This ever-changing landscape fashioned just by water.