The Thing Cannot Be Described -- There Is No Language For Such Abysms Of Shrieking And Immemorial Lunacy
Quite the impressive 'fro you've got there, Cthulhu.
Never has a scene more perfectly captured the birth of an eldritch apocalypse than this. If someone dug up H. P. Lovecraft, popped his skull open, and re-hydrated and spread his shriveled brains onto canvas, the resulting artwork would be this, and the signature in the corner would be a horribly offensive racial epithet.
It's actually a wave photographed from the Canadian side of Lake Erie as the weather turned toward winter, because professional sports photographer Dave Sandford apparently decided that working in sports stadiums overflowing with tens of thousands of rabid fans didn't come with quite enough chance of bodily harm. Even though there are no actual monster gods rising from the lake (that we know of), the prospect of swimming in freezing-ass Lake Erie in December is entirely horrifying in and of itself.