When I visited the spot that gave me yesterday’s post, it was bubbles on my brain that brought me there. And bubbles is what we have here. Along much of the cold-sculpted ice edges on the riverbank, one can find bubbles trapped beneath the ice. Most are free bobbing and in constant motion, but in a few places they have frozen. I posted a similar shot a ways back in 2014.
When I found today’s image, I was happy to see that there was nothing to compete with the bubbles. I am pleased with the one linked above having nice warm pine needles to dress the image, but wanted something with just bubbles.