Something I've been waiting for since I bought my camera, was to take a picture of my favorite pond when it was covered with ice. I took these just before it got so cold here. When I first saw the pond, I wondered what it would look like with a sheet of ice on top. I knew back then that it would be a fun adventure.
I've actually never been close to a pond that was this frozen before. I've seen movies where people went out on ponds like this to play and ice skate. Inevitably, someone would always fall through the ice. The fate of the person depended on what type of movie it was.
Needless to say, I wasn't planning on walking out on this ice. It looks like it is frozen pretty solidly, but I wouldn't take the chance, especially since I'm usually alone. The next hiker would walk past wondering what that big dark spot in the ice was. Actually, if you think about it in a certain way, that would be kind of funny.
The idea of floating a mannequin into the water just before it froze, and then watching the reactions from unsuspecting people later might be hilarious; until the police get involved. Next stop, jail time. So don't try this at home, or anywhere else for that matter.
Maybe it's not as funny as I originally thought. Just think of what would happen to the poor person that found it. It would probably traumatize the discoverer of your handiwork in the worst way. That's the problem with thinking up these evil type of jokes. In the end I always feel bad about it. Now I feel like a complete villain.
On the other hand, why don't these kind of thoughts leave me? Just looking at that ice, I remember back when there were ducks swimming around in the pond. There are goose tracks on the pond right now. Now, I keep seeing an image in my mind of a duck with it's feet frozen in the pond, just standing there looking around. And I want to laugh like a maniac!
The problem is that I would feel terrible for the poor little duck. But next I imagine the sad, horrified look on my face, and I want to laugh even louder! What did those poor ducks ever do to me, but give me joy at their very presence? What cruel thing did I do to deserve this torment from my evil half?
I think I need to get out a little more. This is the result when an Everyday Adventurer is cooped up inside too much. I think I need to try at least a short adventure until warmer weather comes. When it gets warmer, just another ten degrees, I'll go on a good outdoor journey, and take a nice long hike through the forest. Then I'll be all better, won't I?