Ice Chunks

This time of year, Lake Superior is a massive artist, sculpting miles and miles of fickle,  icy artwork along her jutted shores.  It never ceases to amaze me how the ice changes from day to day.  One day it will appear frozen over for miles and miles, and the next day all the ice is gone, blown away by a wind from the right direction that felt it was time to move those frozen sheets to new section of beach.  I love standing on the shore and watching big ice bergs float by on the open water when the wind is from the west, and I love how the ice crashes together as it blows ashore when the wind is from the northeast.  

One day you'll find ice fishermen out on the lake.  They often carry a canoe out with them, in case the wind picks up and they are blown out to open water.  More often than hearing warnings in the news about the ice being thin enough to fall through, we hear warnings about the ice being especially mobile:  don't go out on it without a canoe and your cell phone or you might not find your way back to shore!  It seems to be a bigger problem than people actually falling into the water.  Weird.  

The ice was not at its best last weekend at the beach, because large sections of it were probably over in Michigan or Canada, but I still found plenty of chunks and massive icicles to admire.