A walk in the woods.

I walked down to Goose Pond for the first time today. There is a thin layer of ice on the pond that gives it a cold desolate feel. The radio announced it was 23* but the temperature felt much cooler than that to me. Made me wonder how Thoreau walked four hours a day, as I recently read, without modern comforts like my favorite...smartwool. There was an interesting sound in the cove on the right side of Goose Pond that sounded much like a bullfrog, but I figured they were long buried deep in the mud by now, especially in these temperatures.

Walked around Walden Pond today. A somewhat cold, gray and bitter day. I still love it. I had the pond all to myself, for a while anyway. Eventually a few other brave souls began to arrive.

The edges of the pond are beginning to freeze. In Thoreau's Cove the water lapping under the newly formed ice made a singing vibration. There is no sound like the sounds of nature. The pond was completely quiet other than the sounds from under the ice and the ducks calling out when I passed, or they passed me. At times they appeared to be laughing.

Panorama of the pond on a winter day.