If you look closely at the distant yellow-pink glow of the barely-hidden sun, you might notice that its image is split--a portion of it reflecting over a mirage-like mirror hovering above the lake's true surface.
Though I am thrilled to be in Ithaca for the holidays, if there's one thing I'll be pining for back in Evanston, it's the chance to observe the slow day-to-day changes in Lake Michigan as winter transforms it into a partially frozen over arctic seascape. When I visited NU in early February for my audition, the lake was a patchwork of deep blue water framed by large white ice fields and floating mini-bergs. Now I wonder what happens in between--does a fresh body of water behave as the ocean does and go through a "pancake-ice" stage?
(I didn't take the photo below)
Or does it just slowly and uniformly freeze from the shoreline out like a lazy woodland pond?
(I didn't take this photo either)
In the meantime, you can rest assured that you won't have to sit through yet another amorous posting about Lake Michigan...for a little while anyway:)