Delta Lake State Park
You stick with what you know, or maybe in this case, where you can get to. I ran up to Delta Lake after work yesterday. The weather was great, the temperatures were definitely better than a few days ago, and I had stayed inside all day Sunday and needed to stretch my legs.
It is amazing to me how quickly a place can change. The image I posted yesterday with the layer of open water was captured on Friday. The lake is now frozen over (mostly). I would not venture out onto the ice, especially as I heard it creaking and cracking as I explored for images. I’m assuming the quick change has more to do with the wind than it does with the temperature. Once the water was calm the temperature was able to go to work.
It was another good night at Delta. I grabbed a few of my standard winter images, i.e., the lonely bench isolated with the sun setting in the background, more silhouetted trees and of course, open water reflections. I am drawn to a good reflection. It does intrigue me to see an underground stream pop out through the sand and makes its way to the lake. The water level is still very low and this particular stream would have been in five feet of water at normal levels.
Processing this image this morning had me thinking of another Haiku, actually the first one I wrote after that trip to Philadelphia. Although Delta Lake is convenient the feelings of the words fit for me…
Alone in the car
The journey to see a new
A sunset afar