ice art

The magical spring light, the beauty of melting ice ... This is from my favourite corner of the Baltic Sea.

Ice sculpture au naturel:

Some filigree work:

There are hundreds of newly returned seagulls wheeling around in the sky, singing their eternal seagull song. But we are far from the city and it is still quiet enough that you can hear that particular, eerie sound of melting ice - a quiet murmur, an occasional little crack, a stifled groan.

Whispered promises of a wonderful summer ahead.