Overcast with a strong northerly wind along the southern shore of wild Lake Michigan, on August 24, 2015: (Click to enlarge photos)
Showing posts with label Lakeside Days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lakeside Days. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Lakeside Days
Finally a day hot and hazy, after that cool spring and early
summer. The full expanse of Lake
Michigan spreads out before me. Overhead,
high, thin clouds buffer the sun, a bit.
The sand burns under foot. A welcome
northerly breeze barrels straight down the lake right at me. Where are all the gulls, who love to glide
the currents high above the glistening water; somewhere else is more enticing,
for now.
I float in the waves a while and wait for the gulls to return. Later they come, having become bored wherever they had been.
Out on the deep blue water are lots of cruisers, open-bow
boats, and jet skis. There’s a cigarette
boat noisily zooming about a good way offshore.
A few kayakers and paddle boarders tentatively move about.
The lake has a mild chop with scattered small whitecaps. The rollers hitting the beach are pleasantly
rhythmic and surprisingly loud. They usually
break orderly-like, but now and then a rogue wave arrives and causes an odd and
noisy collision.
I float in the waves a while and wait for the gulls to return. Later they come, having become bored wherever they had been.
The water is clear – perhaps too clear, thanks to small mussels, the zebras and the quaggas, destructive invaders from a world away that
hog too much mico-food. The water is also
warm, 72 degrees a nearby buoy says, surprisingly so given the last two extra-cold
winters.
The water level is high, higher than it has been for years. Some of the dune grass on the small bluff
edging the narrowing beach struggles to maintain footing as the sand collapses beneath from the battering of the relentless waves.
I think of waves in song.
From Hammerstein: “You can’t hear
a sound, not the turn of a leaf, Or the fall of a wave hittin’ the sand / The
tide’s creeping up on the beach like a thief, Afraid to be caught stealing the
land.” From Fields: “I won’t dance, don’t ask me, I won’t dance
madam with you / But oh what you do to me, I’m like an ocean wave that’s bumped
on the shore, I fell so absolutely stumped on the floor.”
Labels:
Americana,
Lakeside Days
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