In the area known as Chesaco, a neighborhood I never had seen before (not suprising really), the road ended at the water, and a patch of ice still floating out in the middle of it.
On my way back on Eastern Avenue, I crossed this bridge, and I am pretty sure that the spit of land I was at for the first picture is the one across the water here. Glad I got out, the weather forecast has snow and rain for tommorow :(
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