Cold Fingers

Toward Hanlan's Point (more or less), before the big freeze up...




...and on a cloudy day, after the ice and snow...




...and on a sunny day...




...and again.




Birdie oasis.







Are they ticking?

Hanlan's Point ferry.

The W.L. Mackenzie in the snowy haze.

As always, Success and I separated by a chain-link fence.