I posted photographs of the Great Falls of the Passaic along with a poem by William Carlos Williams back in June 2012 when I visited the falls on a sweltering, 100 degree day:
When I stopped back in Patterson on a recent 25 degree February day, it looked like this:
The falls were as mysterious and powerful in the icy depths of winter as they had been in haze of summer. Here are some summer/winter views of the Great Falls:
Just a few blocks from Interstate 80...
The ice from the fall's mist forms odd shapes:
Not a good day for a swim: