This morning the lake looked magical. The fog hung low around Madeline Island, you can see it in the distance, heavy & clinging to the shore.
The sun was so bright I couldn't see the image on my camera screen. I took lots of photos and got a few decent enough to share.
The birds were taking refuge from the below zero wind chills, though a few were bobbing around on the waves.
The ice is forming in between the finger piers; it forms in little sheets & chunks and when the swells move them it sounds like tinkling music.
It's not sailing season but the lake is just as beautiful.