They make no secret of themselves

Fallen

Ice

On March 1st I walked for more than two hours in Luukki, going north to Ketunkorpi, then west to Pyykorpi, and from there south to Hauklampi and from there back to the parking lot. The temperature had dropped below 0 °C during the night, so the remaining snow was frozen hard, but not much of it was left. The paths were slippery due to ice, but outside of the paths it was rather easy to walk.

(Posting title is from the poem If Feeling Isn't In It by John Brehm.)