The snow was beginning to catch up with us last Sunday morning as I took this photo. It could have been a lot better, but I was cold—shaking. The wind was blowing and sleet was falling. We woke to find at least a couple of inches of freshly fallen snow on the ground. The Lorain lighthouse sits out in Lake Erie across from docks and tightly sealed ships. We drove behind fences and out across frozen ground to a point where we saw not only the lighthouse but an endless number of seagulls circling the water in front of us. We had traveled a long way, and we still had a long way to go to get to the city of Erie before night.