Kennebunk, Maine, USA, March 2026 — My recent strange and wonderful posts have demonstrated one thing pretty clearly. It is harder for most people to identify with light and form and texture in ice than it is for them to identify with light and form and texture in a living bird or beast. My bird photos get, not only more responses than my nature’s detail shots, but exponentially more. Six to 600. 10 to 1000. (Sometimes 1 to 1000.) Fact of life. I won’t stop posting the strange and wonderful. It is not a popularity contest. This is the way I see, and it is, really, all I have to share with you. What I see in this shot is those same little swirls of intention that I saw under the ice in the first in this series, only here it is happening on a larger scale (dinner plate size) and right at the meeting point of liquid and solid. The water is moving so slowly here that the little whirlpools right at the edge of freezing are able to grow large, and because they are still on the surface of the water they do not have to resist gravity, which is another of the reasons they are so large. I also notice that they really do look like concentric circles. You really have to work to trace the spiral. I feel a kinship with these little whirlpools, the same as I feel for the first fat robin of spring or our eternal bluebirds, because I recognize that I am just such a swirl of intention, caught just on the edge between liquid and solid, alive in a universe that is the same swirl of intention becoming solid, being reborn to many times a second for our human minds to count. Which does not matter as long as we are in harmony with the intent of the universe, moving with the same current. If that is not what you see in this photo, I challenge you to try to imagine it. That is all I can do. That is all I have to share. Sony a6700. Sigma 16-300 at 247mm equivalent field of view. Auto Landscape Scene selection. Processed in Photomator.