The weather has been extremely cold lately, and these beautiful 'ice pancakes' have graced the Missouri River because of it. They remind me of massive (some are 15 feet across), white beasts following an ancient migration route. They continue their procession down river - spinning and creating sounds like Cottonwood tree leaves blowing
on a breezy day. I have been enchanted by these white beasts for days. I will miss these new friends when the weather warms and they disappear on their journey.
I am a born and raised Missouri girl, and I don't have big mountains in my state. Some people refer to the Ozarks as mountains, but if that is the case, then they are really short!
Nonetheless, I wanted to practice some more mountain paintings in preparation for our trip this month out west. I am really looking forward to journaling out west in Washington and Montana.
