The fallen river left yards of ice on both banks.

The fallen river left yards of ice on both banks. One false step could have been disastrous.

All around, the sound of breaking ice—a special language. A limb snapped, falling into the moving water, and the watcher standing at the edge of ice felt he was viewing a world in the process of remaking itself.

It was a world rough and raw, elemental, yet elegant, too, in that several of the trees wore necklaces.   Springhouse P. O. Box 8 Herod, IL 62947