Dave Godin found this lovely marge today on Holbrook Pond, not far from Plymouth. Considering it blew a gale last night this was quite an accomplishment. It must mean that Holbrook and, by extension Plymouth, are ready to go.
In the fine arts department, we have this Glenn Campbell song “Everybody’s Talkin'” re-worked into an iceboating theme:
Everybody’s talkin’ at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying, only the echoes of the ice.
People stop and starin, I can’t see their faces, just the shadow of the ice.
I’m going where the sun keeps shinin’, through the blowing snow. Up north, where the weather suits my clothes.
Peeling off with the ice cold wind,
Sailin’ on a winter breeze,
Skippin’ over the frozen lake
like a leaf.
Everybody’s talkin at me, I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’, just the echos of the ice. No, I won’t leave my iceboat