I was reading PDXKnitterati and she had wonderful pictures of the ocean views at her Crafty Mom Weekend. (How fun would that be?) The water can put me at peace. I love the roar of the wind in my face, the crash of the waves, the constant cycle of the waves.
Here on the shores of Lake Erie we are starting to experience the tease of spring. There is warmth, sunshine and breezes – rather than the cold, north-westerly winds bearing down on us.
We had quite an old-fashioned winter, with cold temperatures and snow on the ground for nearly three months straight. We enjoyed sledding and ice skating in the back yard. But now we are “done” with winter. Before it leaves us, I wanted to take the kids down to the lake to see the ice.
During a visit to my brother’s beach-front home on another shore of Lake Erie, the landscape was lunar.
The docks are silent.
And the only splash of color against the browns and grays of the landscape were these cars, awaiting their day to go back on the amusement tracks.