Freeze Frame

I grabbed the camera before leaving early this morning for the office. The forecast was for a bright day, with the promise of a late winter blip in the afternoon. But as I set out, the frost and mist lead me to ponder whether to delay a while at Dedham.

At the river the grass was crisp and the water high, crashing over the weir at the mill. Further downstream, I clasped hands around the camera which slowly froze in the watery sunshine.

And all was quiet.