FROZEN

The Beauty of FROZEN It’s another week to Christmas and Campobello experiences two cold days in a row. A strong wind, almost a full storm, is blowing in from the North-West. At the same time the day temperature hovers around 5F, which wouldn’t make me freeze so bad if it wasn’t for the wind chill of minus 29F which I feel straight through several layers of winter clothing. Frost smoke also called ice fog is drifting in from the water. The wind beats it into the trees leaving a heavy layer of frosting on every little branch. I am in my van and I am watching the beach. Across from me is the late afternoon sun setting behind Friar’s Head. Reluctant to fully roll down the side window, I snap off a picture through a small gap. It’s wild out there. Wild and cold. When I am done, I drive over to Mulholland Light. But now the sun is already behind the town. Lubec appears in a cold bluish light. We are in the middle of low tide and the water rushes through the channel. The seals are still there, right below me in the cold water, waiting for fish coming by. Fishing vessels appear almost like embedded in cotton wool. Not much traffic across the International bridge. MERRY CHRISTMAS!