Windswept, snow-sculpted dunes and Lake Michigan’s deep azure blue waters greeted me last Saturday, my first visit to the Lakeshore since November 20. Familiar sights at Platte Bay and Esch Beach looked so different in winter garb. Stunning beauty in every season.
The weekend sunshine and clear skies brought opportunities for sunrise, sunset, and full moon photography…right in my own backyard.
I’m not one for winter driving, and I can easily get housebound during the snowy season. Picture-taking also feeds my soul, so I push myself to get out once or twice a week. Luckily, I live on the southwest end of Traverse City, only a couple of miles from farms, snowy meadows, wetlands, and critters. Yesterday afternoon, I headed out in the eleven-degree heatwave to see what wintry scenes would catch my eye. I saw many, but it was the tattered stars-and-stripes that grabbed my heart the most, a symbol of just how broken America has become.
Heavy snow, blizzard winds, and frigid temperatures have made for wicked conditions this week. Still, I find a pristine, desolate beauty in the outdoor scenes of this kind of weather.
