Last weekend I had the pleasure of wandering alone for two hours with my camera along the Lake Michigan coastline. It's easily one of my favorite places, and since it isn't 'the season' just yet, it was almost completely deserted.
Spring is a difficult time in the Midwest. It can be beautiful and in the 70s one day, and then cold, and frightfully gusty the next. But Springtime, to me, is a time that we are reminded of life and how tumultuous it can be. The fluctuation in weather, the emerging greenery, the birdsong--it's all about excitement and new beginnings.
Everything still looks so delicate and tentative. I had to step carefully down the dune so I wouldn't disturb the tiny flowers growing between the grasses.