Most of my winter walking was to the lake. The 13km return journey, kept me active, and gave me time to think. I was constantly surprised at the ever-changing colour, look and mood of the water. Some days it would be a sheet of frozen glass, and on others, an undulating mass of shards. The ice could be completely gone or it would reach out far into the big lake.
I’d like to film it well one day. With real equipment and good gloves.