The North Sea In the Morning

I stayed up late last night.  So late, that it was suddenly morning.  (My sleep cycle has been kind of off due to New Year's Eve and my headache day.)  I'm not really a morning person when I have a reason to be up, but when it's just a coincidence that morning and I cross paths, I find it delightful.  So I bundled up and went out to greet the day.

This particular morning was gray.  In some places, the North Sea was frozen over and it was hard to tell where land ended and it began.

Here's one of the docks.  I think the tide was out, so that darker gray line is actually the North Sea, and the dock is just buried in the ice floes the sea left behind.  But I could be wrong.

Here's a picture of a ferry.  Surprised that they were still running today.  My friend Karen told me that there was one winter during the war when it was so cold that they drove trucks over the North Sea to get supplies from the mainland. 

And here's a couple of slides I ran across.  They looked oddly out of place, but they didn't seem to mind.