I was intrigued by the multitude of patterns in the lake ice at our first camp but was having difficulty finding a nice photograph in the patterns. At our second camp we were thankfully camped on rock (warmer) but there were a number of small lakes nearby. To get to one of my little weather stations I had to cross the largest lake on Cavendish Rocks. One night as I was coming back across the lake after downloading the data from the weather station, I finally hit upon this composition. I took a series of photos (this one plus the next five) in the space of about an hour on this one lake.

The ice here is almost bubble-free, but is riddled with cracks.