What were islands of floating ice yesterday became continents this morning. In the knife-shaped slash of ice at the lower right of the picture, I could see where floating bits had gotten locked in to the solid surface. They kept their shape within the larger frame, but are going nowhere for a few days anyway. As I write this in the evening, it is eight degrees outside. I expect the Ottauquechee by the bridge to be ice from bank to bank by the morning.
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