Lost in the moment

Reflections.

There came a point in the middle of the day where it was simply too nice not to head out, albeit, by necessity, briefly.
For once we didn't have a plan or a destination, with the ground frozen bullet hard we simply wandered out into the back field and across to the beck. Just the slow edges were frozen, but the ground in the shade was treacherous. I thought I'd blip the light in the trees which has mesmerised me muchly of late, but looking back through my shots of the day I kept being drawn to the vibrancy of this black ice, perfectly formed on a long displaced erratic.