Today was the winter solstice. In Northeastern Ohio the season arrived with howling predawn winds and snow. Around midday I took a little trip to the Lake Erie shore to see what those winds had stirred up. Unabated, the wind fiercely drove across the lake from the northwest at about 32 MPH picking up the waters and piling them on to the beach. Sand-tinted whitecaps rolled ashore and crashed on breakwalls. Whisps of snow snaked across the beach sand while spray was blown off the wave tops offshore. As I stood, freezing, icy bits of snow stung my face, my hands hurt from the cold. I watched and wondered at the awe-inspiring and frightening maelstrom and worked to capture the scene. After 15 minutes I fled to the shelter of my car. Yes, it was winter’s first day here and there was no doubt about it.