Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter
Of my series in New York State Park Paintings, Diamond Dust at Pixley Falls was the last one finished. When my husband and I visited Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter this last year, it was still frozen, but that was the last day of the freezing. It was allright with me because I could still see the Diamond Dust at Pixley Falls. Pixley is a small waterfall in the center of New York State. It only has a drop of about 50′, but it’s such a pretty place to see.
Now for the diamond dust.
When our youngest daughter was in grade school, she had a friend who was also our neighbor. They played together daily. One day in the winter, she asked me if I could see the diamond dust in the snow. With the sun shining brightly that afternoon, I looked out at it, and sure enough, there were sporadic flakes of snow sparkling with reflections of all colors. I replied to her that yes, I could see the diamond dust, but I didn’t know there was a name for it. Our daughter said that she and her friend had named it, and to this day, I’ve never thought of it as anything other than diamond dust.
Last fall, while thinking about skiing, my goal was to get to Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter. With winter arriving late, and not staying as long as it used to, there was not an excess of time in which to accomplish it. There was a day late in February that was still just on the edge of being cold at about 30 degrees so we ran with it. Up to Pixley falls we went! When my husband and I got there, I realized there had been no thought given as to how we would get to the bottom of the falls while wading through about 24″ of snow. We took our skis off, leaving them up in the park area, and my trip down was navigated on my back side and more quickly than I would have chosen. I shot the pictures needed for my reverse painting on glass while having my breath taken away by the beauty of Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter. What I saw was about one third of the area where the water falls down, in the center moving. The remaining two thirds of the falling water had been frozen solid while it was still pouring.
The trip back up the side of the falls was also breath taking, but in a much different way. I was able to loosen up my jacket only when getting back into the park area. There were doubts in my mind about whether I would arrive there. I was imagining the headlines in the local news reading
Two Senior Citizens Found Frozen in New York State Park
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