Sometime around 1974, my dad crawled out onto the ice floes in Lake Michigan and photographed this lovely mute swan, just as it raised its head. The water was still running off of its beak. The swan was heading north for the spring, even though it was still winter in Wisconsin.
(I may have bleached out some of the detail: his print was so much better! This is also an unedited image, so pardon the dust!)