I was driving home along Lake Shore Drive yesterday afternoon when I noticed how strange the waves looked. They were broad undulations with a near glass-like surface. I've never seen anything like it. Also, the water was marked with patches where brittle ice was forming despite the waves, which you should be able to make out on the wave in the foreground. I don't know if this is possible, but the water seemed to be moving slower than it usually does. It looked entirely alien. Every time the waves would break over the wall in front of me, it crackled into ice. The wind chill was below -20 yesterday. I was frozen through my fancy winter wear by the time I got back to my car.
Camera Nerdery: I totally missed the moment here. I saw the waves and decided to stop off for some impromptu photos, but traffic intervened and I couldn't get off at North Ave., leaving me to loop back at Fullerton. As you know, the magic hour isn't even (an hour). I was left convinced that the best moments were seven minutes earlier; the waves were more impressive, the light was better, etc. In truth, it could be that the best moment for a photograph was exactly when I found my spot. No use in fretting. This was taken from near to the Chess Pavilion at the south end of the North Avenue Beach. [Canon 1Ds3, 35L, 1/125th, f/4, ISO 100]