The spring weather in Illinois and in New York has been more like a crazy mash-up of Fall with a touch of Winter: lots of cold rain and gray skies. During my recent trip to New York a beautiful, sunny, bright day made an appearance that coincided with a last minute decision to go to the end of the island. So glad I did.
Definitely too cold for a swim, and too cold for my feet! Perhaps in the summer.
Woke up with South Haven on my mind…
This is the second image from a recent trip to Puerto Rico to visit my parents. Named for the dome of an old nuclear power plant, this is a beautiful beach in Rincon, Puerto Rico. You can barely see the white dome in the middle right of the image. This was taken from the lighthouse park near the beach. That park is where these images were taken. We enjoyed a warm, breezy day… grateful for some wonderful memories….
The last image from a wonderful motorcycle ride last August with a friend that featured a stop in beautiful South Haven. You are looking at the catwalk that leads to the lighthouse.
So….. I imagine this sea gull, (if they fly by a lake are they called lake gulls?) while reflecting on this faithful, old lighthouse that has been keeping watch for years, suddenly being stunned by the question that has now formed in his bird brain: who keeps watch over the lighthouse?
South Haven, Michigan is….well…..for me it’s a haven for the memories that I have left there… I like to think that old lighthouse keeps those memories safe… each time I return I find them there…. I like that…
The Jones Beach Boardwalk still manages to charm after all these years. If you have been around my blog at all you know about my love for the shore, and especially, the beaches at Jones Beach and Robert Moses. When I smell the salty air, walk on the sand and boardwalk, and put my feet in the water (which I did when this was taken on a cold day in January), I am taken back to so many moments spent on these shores….. I remember clinging to my dad, laughing and frightened all at once, while he fulfilled my request to take me out into the sea. I would hold on tighter and tighter as each Atlantic wave approached, thinking for sure we would be knocked down, but my dad just stood there…against that BIG ocean…to me he was the most powerful man in the world. To this day, in so many ways, he is.
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