If you’re looking for interesting ice shapes, your best bet seems to be wild waters in spring.
The spray coats stones and branches and freezes to form fantastical shapes that hang immobile over the rushing stream.
They’re like a snapshot in time, a sharp contrast to the giddy swirls that surround them. Crouching, like this one, just waiting to melt.
Or this one, that hangs like a tired caterpillar over a twig. 😀
The ice drops hang fearless over the abyss, staunch in the onslaught of water.
The din is deafening. The movement never stops. It’s the same molecules in the frozen pillars and icicles, maelstroms and bubbles, just in different states.
The dancing froth catches the odd ray of sun, almost too quickly to capture.
And the river flows on even though the water is no longer the same.