back when the rest of the northeast was buried under a few feet of snow and drinking wine to stay warm, it was bright and sunny and just around freezing up here in Vermont. it was, dare I say, nice. so nice, in fact, that I ventured over to my favorite beach and took some pictures of the tundra. it took me a while before I realized I was walking on the frozen lake, and then I remembered my fear of falling through to an icy death and ran back to the rocky shore. I didn't want to be the girl who was so enthralled with ice crystals that she fell through and got both her iPhone and film camera submerged. the horror.