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On the beach

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Many of you have retreated to warm beaches, beaches with palm trees and lounge chairs, beaches that require sunglasses and sunscreen. Where you can dip your toes in the waves. I’m at a beach too, though it’s a bit different. Just a tad cooler and windier.

Since the windstorm Christmas Eve I haven’t been able to walk on the beach right here at the house. The big waves dug away the bluff and now it’s more like a cliff. Sure, I could hop, jump or maybe roll down to the beach. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get back up. And it’s way too cold to take that risk. So I’ve been looking longingly at the beach and staying up on the bluff in the wind.

Windy lake glows turquoise under a purple sky.

Windy lake glows turquoise under a purple sky.

Today some neighbors stopped by to say “Happy New Year!” and I mentioned how I’d like to walk on the beach. They reminded me of a long staircase down in the next group of homes. They said it was covered in snow…but once maneuvered would lead me to a wide beach only a half mile or so away.

Well! This afternoon I bundled up, took the camera and headed up the street, down the stairs and out onto the beach. It was beautiful. And cold.

I'm teaching myself how to use manual camera settings.

I’m teaching myself how to use manual camera settings.

Oh so cold. I shot a short video and thought my fingers would actually fall off. It’s posted on Facebook if you’d like to see it.

I found a very nice Petosky stone which was partially frozen into the sand. I got it chippped out and put the whole thing, frozen sand chunk and all in my pocket. I found another beautiful Petosky stone, but couldn’t get it chipped out of the ice. Most of the stones were frozen solid to the sand. Ah well.

Waves just keep on coming.

Waves just keep on coming.

There were big boulders that had waves of ice and sand covering them from earlier in the day when the waves were higher. It was all beautiful.

All the photos in this post were from my walk on the beach. Notice how striking the sky was too. Every day the lake looks different. The sky changes. Wind and waves and light carve out a new view for me.

Giant ice cubes.

Giant ice cubes.

It’s going to be hard to leave this place, but soon I’ll be headed back to my husband and my Katie-girl. It will be good to be home, but it was very good to be here too.

Love my Lake Michigan.

Brrrrrrrr!

Brrrrrrrr!

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

10 thoughts on “On the beach

  1. Nice that you were able to walk on the beach, despite the challenges.

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  2. It looks a bit different to our days on the beach but it’s still a beautiful sight Dawn. Enjoy!

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  3. It may be cold, but it sure looks beautiful. Just out of curiosity, what’s the back story? Where are you exactly, and how/why are you there and not at home? Visiting for the holidays? Maybe I missed it in an earlier post.

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  4. The colors are just amazing! When I was in 3rd grade I lived a couple miles from Lake Michigan in Chicago, used to ride my bike there. However, I don’t remember it being quite so beautiful. Although I do remember the water never being above 55 degrees in the summer! Maybe you have to travel north and away from the city to see these gorgeous colors.

    It’s like the cold version of the caribbean!

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    • I know..the colors ARE amazing. That’s what I’ve noticed most. When the sun comes out for brief moments the turquoise water just glows…and lately…OK all week, the sky has been low with almost purple clouds. It’s just so photogenic.

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  5. Great pictures Dawn! Happy you were able to get that walk on the beach.

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