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.

Longing

Oh to see you once more out beyond the horizons of my mind out where sea touches sand where you encompass the light on my face; seek me sooner than someday.

Trolling at Sunset

A quick stop at White Duck Market in Whitehall, MI for Hudsonville ice cream and waffle cones, my mother and I head to one of our favorite Lake Michigan parking spots to watch the sun fall beyond the dark storm front on the horizon. While the heater blasts, we tackle our cones faster, hoping not…

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.

South Dakota Sunset

Dark is overcoming as the final light from the sunset dips below the horizon and stars become as bright lamps scattered across the open clear sky.