Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Art on the beach

The beach here on Minnesota Point is constantly changing. In the summer, the sand is carved by the waves, swept by the wind, and sculpted by the kids.

In the winter, Nature adds a few more tools and materials. Now the waves dapple the shore with drops and sprays of water that may turn to ice, or icicles. Now the snow drifts down the beach with the northwest breeze, filling holes, cresting into minor new dunes. Winter even practices the technique of negative space. Footprints from fresh after the snowfall, once depressions in the snow, are now all that's left as the snow that was there has blown away.

The evening light casts its alpenglow not on mountains but on distant waves and the lighthouse. Once blue, the waves are golden. Once white, the lighthouse is briefly yellow.


Just Me...Julie said...

Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. I consider myself a "North Shore junkie"...just cannot get enough of the Big Lake. I enjoyed looking at your photos of this magical and beautiful place.

Andrew Slade said...

Thanks, Julie. It is a treat to live here, though it has been a big sacrifice professionally/financially. Oh well!