We as Humans

Beaches.

Today I went to the beach in Michigan January. It was freezing and the colors were dulled out and I thought about painting. Mostly because I was there to take landscape photos to paint in my art class but still. I thought about how satisfying the muted scene would look in the palate and how boring it would look finished. I've never been one for Renaissance. But mostly I thought about solid ground. I thought about how unsteady the sand and snow made my boots feel and dead the lake looked. I thought about climbing the dune and sitting on the cold sand and looking at the frozen lake. Lately I've missed wandering on logs over streams and the sight of green mountains. I thought about sitting on the rocks in late March dipping my toes into cold water pooled in between boulders and thinking how crystalline it looked. I thought about what that frozen water piled with snow would look like closer up. And I wanted to sit and maybe just think for a bit. But the wind blew so bitter it hurt my skin and my feet didn't feel steady and the color scheme sucked so I took a picture of the sad excuse for a lighthouse hoping for saturation and left.

I don't think that photo will make the cut.

A bit different than my usual. But take it as you will.