Around this time, the Chicago River freezes up and breaks apart.
Last year, Ben was really excited to see these pictures. He was all about getting the high-res versions, and utilizing the ice/patterns as possible textures for future images.
At several turns, despite my kung-fu grip on the camera… I had this paranoid fear that I’d somehow lose hold of the thing, and drop it into the water.
Carving a swath through the debris.