Ice, ice, baby ice.

A scenic view of a New Foundland house from across the bay. Springtime in New Foundland always brings it's icebergs. Pass that bottle of Screech. My brother-in-law Raymond sent me these today and I thought I would share. God knows how to make the mundane picturesque.

A short video of waves freezing as they wash ashore in New Foundland may be found here...

de Brantigny

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