My brother and I took a side trip to Michigan to see the Warren Dunes where we vacationed once as kids. I wasn’t inspired to return. I’m sure it must have better days. This was a bad beach day. Click on widget to participate in Paula’s challenge.
I love most colors. My house and clothes closet swell with many colors that reflect my love of variety and life. I love contrast. Blue might be my favorite hue because it is the color of both sky and water, it was my mother’s favorite color, my eyes are blue, and people compliment me when I wear blue. I’m a pushover for compliments.
My brother Randy and I took a cross-country trip, and saw many beautiful sights. A picture that illustrates some of my favorite colors is one of St. Andrews Presbyterian Church in Indianapolis where we attended when we were children. All the colors are crisp. I love red brick with white trim, dark green trees and perfect sky blue even without the clouds.
Here is one Chicago building I liked that displays many shades of blue. The color of aged copper roof ornament contrasts with the reflective glass panes. Set against a perfect sky, few pictures could show my favorite hues more beautifully.
One way to narrow down what you like is to throw out what you don’t like. This next picture epitomizes the colors that depress me.
I love green, but these green trees did not invite me to sit under them and have a picnic, nap, or a chat with a friend. These sparsely clad autumn trees said, “You are welcome to hold on to me to keep from blowing away, but I may fall over, too!” I love clouds, but these clouds are dirty gray, not even promising rain, just cold. Even the sand and turquoise water in Lake Michigan has a grayish cast. I don’t recommend visiting Warren Dunes State Park in Michigan in late October.
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Today Randy and I made our way north to Michigan to the Warren Dunes State Park. I would describe it as infinitely blustery! It was infinitely uninhabited.
The water stretched infinitely far, but I didn’t venture close enough to get a good picture of how unending Lake Michigan appeared because the wind blew so hard that it seemed like it was sprinkling even as far away as I stood.
I got a kick out of the red flag. No swimming today. DUH! Infinitely stupid!
This poor bird didn’t budge when I crouched to take its picture. In fact after standing with the wind ruffling its feathers, it hobbled over to me. I think it wanted to cuddle. I wanted to take it home. It was warm just two days ago, so I imagine he didn’t listen to the weather report and was taken by surprise at the sudden change of temperatures.
He looks like he is surrounded by an infinite amount of sand. In reality he hovers with me under the cover of the abandoned restroom building.
There was an infinite stretch of sand. You can see the barriers stretching along the coastline, but they didn’t stop the buildup of mounds of sand across from the parking lot. Wind blew streams of sand across the parking lot where they sometimes got stuck into little drifts.
The road in and out of the park looked infinite, and the colors were infinitely beautiful.
Randy and I had visited the Lake Michigan coast infinitely long ago – about 50 years or so, and we both wondered if this was the place. The season was July (I don’t say that entirely in jest), and we swam in the lake, but I remember everything was cold where we were in Michigan – even in July.
I’ll leave you with one infinitely funny sign. No glass containers OR animals? What’s the connection? Is it an either or choice?
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