Winter Ice

The ice always comes to the big lake towards the end of the winter. Yesterday when I drove down into town, I found the harbor covered with puzzle pieces of ice that reminded me of the aerial patchwork view of the land when you're flying over the United States. I was wrapping up some errands in town when I drove past. "That's pretty," I thought to myself, remembering that for some inexplicable reason, I'd decided to throw my camera in my backpack for this particular trip to town. "Maybe I should take some pictures." So I did.