During my college years two winters got so cold the surface of the river almost completely froze over (actually I think one of those winters it did completely freeze over). And I could see that there were a lot of cool ice formations, so...I got on my belly and crawled out onto the ice! I tested as I went, and neither fell through nor heard any cracks, but even still I don't recommend doing that. lol There was no one around. I would have been fucked. But I did get some cool pictures out of it. :) Anyway, the second time I didn't go nearly as far out. It was evening and I didn't want to push my luck quite that much.
All my photos, some edited for colour and contrast (not the blue ones toward the bottom--that was a filter on my camera; the less blue one with them was edited, though).
And she stopped looking at the dazzling brightness of the frozen river with all its waterfalls of ice and at the white masses of the tree-tops and the great glaring moon and the countless stars and could only watch the little short legs of Mr. Beaver going pad-pad-pad-pad through the snow in front of her as if they were never going to stop.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis