I was in Michigan, on one of the big lakes, in early March.  The weather went from 10 degrees Fahrenheit to 65 degrees Fahrenheit in 10 days time.  In the northern climates the “gods” of spring and summer battle for supremacy as the seasons advance. I was fascinated with Greek mythology as a child so I could see Persephone and Boreas, in my mind’s eye, on Mount Olympus waging their repetitive battle with each other.  You would think by now they would know how is was going to end up, stop fighting, sit down and have a cocktail, but I guess the seasonal change is their version of “Ground Hog’s Day.”  

I drove to the lakeshore to grab photos and found myself just staring at the water.  It was calm but not still, quiet but not silent and peaceful but not placid.   The wind was cold and damp blowing lightly in off the lake as I stood there on the bluff in my parka, scarf, gloves and boots, warm but out of the norm for this southern California girl.   The colors in the water were variations on a theme of blue, green and grey which matched the sky perfectly.  Light came through the overcast clouds in that way that I like to label “god’s light” and I was captivated anew by the immensity of the lake, the beauty of the place and the perfection of the water.  

It was and is a never ending source of delight and inspiration.