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There is one thing that the cold gifts you with down here, and that is tranquility with a chaser of beauty.  

As I walked along the beach with the girls,you could see the ice starting to form on the tide line.  

You could even see ice forming on driftwood on the beach.The water was so still and quiet, bringing to mind the comment about Captain Smith of the Titanic, who remarked the Atlantic was like a mill pond, of course, prior to the ice burg.

   
 
Today, however is a different story.The wind chill this morning was painting a different picture of the bay.You might as well call it the ocean. 

 
The white caps could be seen for miles, and that, in itself, was beautiful in itself.

I love my shore!