Blustery Day

I love the beach in winter. There’s a certain desolation that is really just the shocking contrast to the summer hordes. It’s not desolation at all, but an unexpected bit of serenity and peace in a rough and tumble way…

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6 thoughts on “Blustery Day

  1. Living on a lake we always feel like the blustery days give us our turn to enjoy it. The pleasure boats, jet skis and boisterous, sunburnt visitors stay away…we soak up the mist in the air, crisp breezes and our quiet time. We are fine sharing it during the sunny days of summer yet long for the blustery days like in your picture when it’s all ours. That season is upon us here in the Midwest U.S. so we’ll bundle up and have our fill of lake views too.


    1. I’ve never thought of the Dakotas as mid-west… I used to live in Rochester, New York – which was some sort of ‘gateway’ to the mid-west. (Not sure what that meant exactly, but I suspect it had something to do with women having ‘big hair’ well into the 90s…) And that was 1000s of miles from the Dakotas… so far – I have no idea how far… but it was probably quicker to get to a village in the south of France than it was to get to your lake… (which is, I am sure, just how you like it!)


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