Friday, December 17, 2010
Dinner for Dante
It happens on rare occasions, at that liminal moment when the lake or the bay transitions from liquid to solid, as the bay did this weekend, while the wind gods are breathless and the water's surface becomes a mirror. Before it has a chance to become a permanent fixture, the wind comes up and the water tries to regain the upper hand and the surface shatters into a thousand, thousand dinner plates of ice. And as if to push the evidence out of sight, the wind plows the dishes into each other up against the nearest shore. They fold and slide and stack up with each wave, accompanied by this magical sound of chimes rubbed with velvet.
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Incredibly cool. Never seen anything like it, not even during winter visits to Lake Michigan.
A lovely post, and fascinating. Those plate-size flakes of ice seem like a viable building material. How about a Stonewave actually made of wave?
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