I took these pictures on the coldest morning of the year, I think it was only a couple degrees. The unfrozen part of the lake, between the mouth of the Niagara River and the ice boom, was creating a freezing fog that led to the trees being coated in a layer of ice.
View of Fort Erie, Canada from Lasalle Park, Buffalo, through freezing mist
The Connecticut Street Armory, Prospect Hill
Labatt USA Buffalo Pond Hockey Tournament, Erie Basin Marina, Buffalo
Unfortunately after a month of below average temperatures it went up to 40 degrees on the day of the tournament. The ice quality was terrible, huge cracks were starting to appear everywhere. I didn't hang around too long.
Testing the thickness of the ice.

It started to snow on Friday afternoon and did not stop until very early Sunday morning. The overall accumulation seems to be about 18 inches. I love winter weather, so I am always hoping for a snowstorm. Despite Buffalo's reputation for heavy snow, getting a foot or more all at once is a relatively rare event. In general I think people complain about snow too much. I realize that it is somewhat inconvenient, but the way that it can utterly transform the visual landscape in a matter of hours is a phenomenon that should be appreciated. What I find most irritating is that local newcasters constantly make value judgements about the weather. They generally seem to think that any rise in temperature is good and any drop is bad. I would rather have cold weather temperatures and crisp clean snow than have it be 37 degrees and slush.
The picture is of me, circa 1976, on Lake Mendota in Madison, Wisconsin. Photo Credit: John Montague. Contemporary frozen photos here.
It is a snowy ice-encrusted morning. Luckily the ice does not seem to have caused much damage. More record covers here.