Giant Slinky Spiral
I went back to the big spiral I had made during the day to try some light painting.
Being on the ice in the dark, quiet of night is much scarier than during the day. You can hear every crack, pop, and moan of the ice, and even though I knew the ice was plenty thick to hold my weight (it could surely hold a car by this time) there were times when I felt like it was paper thin, and the wrong move would send me plummeting to my icy death. This didn't help when trying to make the spiral as level and even as I could, but I think I did alright. I find it strange and interesting how our fears can override the logical part of our brain, persuading us to believe something that's obviously not real.
Giant Slinky Spiral
I went back to the big spiral I had made during the day to try some light painting.
Being on the ice in the dark, quiet of night is much scarier than during the day. You can hear every crack, pop, and moan of the ice, and even though I knew the ice was plenty thick to hold my weight (it could surely hold a car by this time) there were times when I felt like it was paper thin, and the wrong move would send me plummeting to my icy death. This didn't help when trying to make the spiral as level and even as I could, but I think I did alright. I find it strange and interesting how our fears can override the logical part of our brain, persuading us to believe something that's obviously not real.