I am this

Here's that second post for the week.

This is what I am. I grew up on this beach. This sand, the sky here, the churning (or gentle) great Lake Michigan is in my skin, my bones, my hair, the very fiber of my being. It's my right arm, my heart and my soul. A separation would be an end.

Today the lake was gentle and the fog rolled in and out in some cosmic rhythm to which I was not privy. I was only here for the day, checking on the house and readying it for the season. I had to commune with the sand, I just had to. And the lack of contrast due to the fog begged for black and white treatment for this photo.

Anyway, this is truly me, wind blown and sand covered, part of the earth.