Enjoyed tonight's edition of Nature focused on polar and brown bears in the rapidly changing Arctic. Well, enjoyed along with the usual great sadness of what my species has done to the world. Some great photography such as looking up through ice at a polar bear walking, and all that beautiful white snow and ice and space.
Around this time of year, I hear people talking about how they like winter but they're ready for it to be over. I'm easily ready for months more of it, and think I would be completely content to live in a year round winter climate. In part it's simply because I love snow and the cold, but I also love that it reduces the human population on my walks.
On these cold and peaceful days, I can walk a couple miles along the Lake and often encounter no one. I'm alone to quietly contemplate today's Lake, which is almost always very different from yesterday's Lake; to see the steam rising from open water or hear the thump of waves under ice; to imagine the night journey of the mink who left tracks in the new snow; to appreciate the art of the plates of ice piling up near the shoreline by the smoothly glazed boulders. In summer, the solitude is replaced with hordes of walkers, joggers, bicyclists, rollerbladers, skateboarders, and tourists in pedal-powered carriages. Ahh, for a world with more polar bears and fewer people.