In the springtime, the morning sun gleams on the white snow of the meadow. In the quiet heat of the turning season, the crystals of ice lose their delicate points. Unseen beneath the sparkling surface, water collects above the frozen ground.
High above, the sun rises toward its noontime heights; below, meltwater gathers in snow-covered ditches and hollows. Suddenly, a spot of snow is discolored by the soaking melt. The pent-in water begins to flow, etching out a channel in the snow, seeping its way down to the stream.
Slowly, silently, suddenly, spring floods begin.
November 1, 1980
February 28, 1988
May 22, 1999
(February, 2021)