Below the locks

Doyle Park, Little Chute, Wisconsin.

No joy or light today. Working my way along the Fox River, looking for the sun to rise. The banks of the canal and the treacherous thin ice are hidden beneath a foot of snow. Not 30 minutes later it was white out conditions.

Maybe I'll return tomorrow with my snowshoes and take the footpath out to the island. If I don't post tomorrow, look for a hole in the ice.