On the easterly shore the ice was in shadow but the low sun illuminated the upper parts of shoreline trees creating a golden reflection in the unfrozen water along the edge that I found rather startling.
I had received a calendar of Celtic Blessings for Christmas and January's blessing is:
Walk through the world
with hearts on fire.
Somehow this seemed to fit the pond on this day. It seemed to be on fire beneath the ice. There is a pulsating life beneath the frozen surface. We seem to think that things "die" in the winter. They simply slumber and sometimes they toss in their sleep.
The fire of passion isn't often associated with a life of contemplation but I feel that unless we have that burning in the belly our photographs will never achieve their potential. Millions upon millions of photographs are made everyday yet few achieve the level of passionate engagement. But when they do, oh, what an amazing thing it is.