I had traveled to the icy shores looking for a chance to see the sunset from an icy shoreline. Little did I know I would be blessed in incredible beauty. I wanted to feel the ice and the textures were just incredible. I ran my fingers over the smooth solid ice. The ice held such a deep color as the sun put on an incredible show. Blessed in Nature. What a Life! www.facebook.com/pages/Mark-Lindsay-Photography/124338500...

An olfactory journey that morphs like melting ice... starting cold and aloof with distinct elements of wet snow and ice then gradually unfolding to reveal an indescribably unique velvety skin warmth. My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. - Edmund Spencer Art: Mother of the World - Kwan Yin by Nicholas Roerich, 1933