I was looking out my window the other night. I have a nice view of the lake from my living room window. I was watching the dark water, the way that the wind forms waves, it seems so mysterious to me. As one who grew up around water and in a state where going to the lake was a regular summer activity I have always felt a kinship with the waves. Now as I observe them on a regular basis I am again, again struck at the beauty of the water. The ability of the waves to continue to suprise and delight. The lake that I observe now is big enough to be effected by currents and home to large ships, that makes it even more mysterious to me.
Being used to the smaller lakes of my youth, ones you could swim across at their widest points, I am awestruck at the massiveness of the body of water that I now call my own. Even on my worst days, when I am tired, worn out, angry, and just generally fedup with the world I can take in the simple beauty of the lake and feel better.
I long for the breaking of spring and the onslaught of summer so that I can walk along it's shores feeling the sand between my toes, I've never been much for sandles however I look forward to doning a pair this summer and walking along the shore to feel the sand in my toes.
I am awaiting a time when I can take my painting to the shore and allow inspiration to find me. So this write up has been my simple tribute to my secret love, the lakes and streams and oceans of this floating rock we call a planet.