I don’t often think of water as having texture. The picture shows a little flume, at Ravensburg State Park, where the stream was directed through a channel formed by large rocks. If the water had been higher, the flume would not have been there … if it had been lower, the flume would, perhaps, have been even more dramatic. I could discern eddies, cascades, and turbulence. I could also see evidence of uninterrupted flow. Where water pitched down over one rock or climbed another, turbulence drew air into the mix. If I fixed my gaze on a particular spot, the pattern of splash and bubble was chaotic. Other areas were perfectly smooth and seemed unchanging. Something of a paradox, since water continued to move through such areas. Like a standing wave, there was movement without apparent movement until, of course, a twig or piece of ice or slush was caught up in the flow, giving a frame of reference for the transport of clear liquid. I particularly enjoyed looking at the two areas to the right. At the bottom was some reflected light that seemed to pulse as water, coming from the left, was caught in the flow, and quickly turned the corner to be redirected downstream. Above, I could see a series of striations. The wrinkled surface was not fleeting, it persisted for as long as I stayed to watch it. The ice too had texture, surely caused by variations in air temperature, humidity, and perhaps the water conditions present when it formed. Some was as clear as glass while other bits were opaque. Some surfaces were smooth, others wrinkled and undulating. Perhaps these ramblings will suggest that I don’t have much of consequence to say. Perhaps they will show that there are many things to see, even in winter, when one takes the time necessary to appreciate the details.