A difficult walk in the woods today. Warmer temperatures and rain saturated the snow, turning it into deep slush. Beneath the slush in places were surprise puddles or hidden streams. I must admit, I wasn't enjoying it. The tree-hug, on the other hand, was lovely.
A reflective icy glaze glistened on the smooth bark.
Rivulets of melting ice flowed down bark-crevices and under thin leathery ice-crusts.
A different kind of shine than summer rain-shine.
Fantastical frozen-glimpses of wintering-lichen and bark color-magic.
And on a nearby tree-neighbor, there was a remarkable ice glazed bark-painting of a red-man listening to his pet rooster. Message: Sometimes the walk is hard going. Persevere. Spend time in reflection. the magic is there. Peace