This is a picture of Buzzards Bay filled with ice as seen just after sunset from Chapoquoit beach on March 8, 2015. I don't know the people or the dog.
The temperature got up above freezing for several hours this afternoon. Snow and ice were sliding off our roof and crashing to the ground with loud cracking sounds that I pretended were the first drum beats of spring.
It's been a tough winter with a lot of snow and I have cursed it many times, but now that there are signs it will end soon I have this weird feeling I will miss it - how is that possible? I've been going back and forth to the beach taking pictures of the frozen bay before it melts.
Monte