There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.
A look into the life of Miriam.
It has been decades since I've been on ice, you've reminded me of how beautiful it can be...
I'm glad I could bring to mind a good memory.I've never ice fished before this year. I'm new to all this splendor.
Indeed. It's so quiet and you can hear the ice cracking and moving under your feet. Sounds like thunder in the distance.
Very cool !