This past winter was exceptionally cold and the morning I photographed the ice in the river was five below zero degrees. It was lightly snowing and I stood on a bridge to take the photograph. The picture lends itself well to a black and white scene depicting, for me, the austerity of that morning. The ice was moving very quickly and the sound of the miniature ice bergs rubbing up against each other added to the chill.
photographed from the Vermillion, Newcastle bridge on the South Dakota, Nebraska border.
This image was awarded “Best of Show” in a juried exhibition hosted by the Yankton Area Arts.