The Niagara River never freezes over. It gets full of ice, which flow down the river or hug the shoreline, but the river itself never freezes over.
Today, I went out in search of ice in the river and I found it close to shore. It looked fairly solid although I don’t know if I’d want to set a chair on it if I were to go ice fishing.
Since I don’t usually step out on ice, especially if I am not sure if its solidness is an illusion or reality, I just stood on the shore and photographed it.
I walked down a small portion of the beautiful multi-use trail on the west side of Grand Island to find that view of icy water.
It felt like my happy place: a peaceful place to walk and to watch the water and to remember warm days that had been and will be again.