I saw only one other dog walker this morning. Can't blame anyone for not heading out for a walk; the paths are treacherous bumpy skating rinks and the wind was a biting -28c. If you live southeast of Thunder Bay, you are behind the pink clouds. On those cold crisp mornings by the harbour the whole sky opens up in a magical way. You can't tell from this photo, but walking along the shore this morning you feel yourself to be both completely inconsequential and absolutely at one with a larger whole.
Not even a crow in sight.