This afternoon, Haiku and I wandered around at the marina, quiet and forgotten for the long winter months. Shades of gray seemed to dominate the color palette, but other colors are there if you look closely... pearls and teals and, if you look up, precocious blues.
Two swans napped on the shore, completely ignoring a solitary seagull. Jonathan Livingston, I presume...
In the summer... goldenrod, Queen Anne's Lace, and milkweed bloom amid the rocks. Children race down these walkways to the sugar-sands just over the rise to dip their toes in the cool lake water. In the summer, in the shelter of the harbor, teens tan themselves beneath a golden sun and swim amid the whitecaps that rush in from the open water. But for now, in the pale silver sunlight of February, the choppy waves meet a blanket of snow at the water's edge, and there is no-one at the shore but Haiku and I.
photos by Haiku and Aisling, February 15, 2009