We may not have a coast here in the upper midwest but we aren’t exactly landlocked. The Mississippi River, so elemental to our very being, connects us. To humble origins. To every river town along the way. To dear friends down stream. And, eventually, to the rhythm of the tides.
It’s kind of like having a good friend who lives so far away that you almost never see them. It’s still good to know they are out there.
Give us 84 degrees in the City of Lakes and we will hit the beach. It was a beautiful May day for playing hooky, lunching at Sandcastle, and watching the waves with my favorite beach bum, even if we didn’t get our toes wet.
Officially, it’s spring. But in reality, we’re in seasonal limbo. Ready for the beach, but still putting away the sleds. Longing to sweat, but still shaking off the chill. It all hangs in the balance from day to day – sunscreen or snowstorm? Only time will tell.
87/365: nokomis beach, between seasons
*This wooden walkway is the winter sidewalk leading to ice skating rinks on the lake.
This little grouping of images has been in my mind for some time. I keep thinking it would make a great gift for the eccentric angler on your Christmas list. But there is something here for everyone. I imagine sitting by the fire contemplating either the next big catch or the meaning of life.
There is something poetic about these photographs. The natural elements of Fin & Feather express the transience of life. The tangled web of Fishing Line left on the beach may evoke feelings of confusion but the graceful organic composition of the line itself is a meditation on tranquility. And, those glowing fish striving to make their way Upstream speak to me of the force of life, the biological imperative that drives every living being to exist, to survive, and to continue.