When I arrived at the beach area about 15 or 20 minutes later, I just stopped and took it in. To my left, the mouth of the Rouge River, further in the distance east (although perhaps not far enough) was the Pickering Nuclear Power Plant. To my right, the shore of Lake Ontario, stretching as far as I could see.
Initially, I was at a loss as to where to start. The urge to shoot hadn't diminished, but I didn't yet have the focus needed to start isolating parts of the scene in front of me. I wandered around a bit, then decided to hit the beach itself and get a closer look at the huge timbers that had washed up on the shore.
One thing that surprised me was the vast amount of driftwood that had found its way to this beach. Obviously, in the next few weeks, the city will be cleaning up a lot of this, as Rouge Beach is also a public swimming area, but at the moment, the shore was strewn with pieces of wood, large and small.
One of the first photos I took on this day is the the image below. This was the point where my mind stop flitting from one thing to another from the past week; the point where my own mental driftwood started to beach itself, letting me concentrate on what was in front of me.