It was a long week. Especially for those of us who thrive on outdoor activity. Day after day of hard driving winds, sleet and rain meant squeezing in workouts in the “least bad” part of the day, and bearing the gloomy skies from behind rain-soaked windows for the remainder.
So when today dawned bright and sunny, in was an irresistible invitation to reconnect with Mother Nature. And by instinct I headed for the North Shore. My first engagement was my morning run. Padding down the road along Brighton Beach, I took in the rich blue of the sky and the water reflecting the same deep hues. The intensity of the colors filled my soul, after days of drabness deprived of this beauty. Bright white ice still clung to the shoreline, in stark contrast with the blue – a dazzling sight. The heavy gray rocks added the perfect balance and seemed to anchor the scene. It was easy to press on, mile after mile admiring the shore and drinking in the sunlight. Lacking a camera, I had to memorize the images of the shore in my mind instead.
As the day progressed and still we were graced with the sun, I knew I hadn’t yet had enough. For my second encounter I enlisted a friend and cycled up the shore. The same spell-binding scene passed by even more quickly as we pedaled. Although the air was cool by the frigid water, it felt refreshing and crisp with the aid of the sun. At Stony Point we circled back on the dirt road along the shoreline. Where days earlier the pounding waves and high splashing water were the attraction, today it was a tranquil setting where a family picnicked on the rocks. This time I had a camera in my trunk bag, but I was enjoying the ride too much to bother stopping to try and capture it.
After dinner I was enticed out to take a walk with my husband. Hearing a boat toot for the bridge, we were inexorably drawn back to Brighton Beach once more. My third visit to the shore for the day. With the shipping lane finally opening up with increased traffic, the boat made rapid progress and was soon opposite our position. The sun was low but still shone on the shallow ice as well as the passing ore boat.
Finally I was able to get some photos. On foot, not distracted by the need to keep moving, I found the right motivation to focus and shoot. I could record the end of the day, if not the beginning and middle. I guess the third time’s the charm.