An ice shelf and mini-caves have begun to form along the shoreline of the Bight.
Chunks of ice float along the shoreline in what open water is left.
Oops! Not chunks of ice, but swans diving for their sustenance.
In the Village, Northport Creek flows toward the bay.
And ducks of all kinds congregate in a basin near the marina.
But outside of town, snowy hills remain pure from human tresspass.
Orchards, in still repose, await their winter pruning, a first step towards spring.
All is quiet and peaceful.