Do my eyes deceive me? You move on an imaginary string across the sky, as I lay upon the silky sand listening to lapping waves reach higher upon the shore. And as hues change into pastels, I ponder with a critical eye, whether water drops or sand adorn my lens, while the wind caresses skin…

Nearing the End

Lonely are the days of grey blanketing the earth, even the daffodils are downtrodden. But there is hope on the horizon, as opaque moves onward exposing blue, and an internal smile brings simple joy to my heart; the end of grey is nearing.

Michigan’s Water’s Edge

On a drive through Grosse Pointe, MI, this was by far the most beautiful view I saw all day; where the Detroit River meets Lake St. Clair.