After weeks and weeks of dark, gloomy skies and daily doses of lake-effect snowfall, the sun surprised us all and came out in full glory. One of my friends had stopped by for lunch and suggested we take a hike down to Antrim Creek Natural Area. I hadn’t been there in a while. I’d forgotten how gorgeous it is there! After she left I just had to return, armed with my paints.
It’s a short hike through the woods get down to this spot. Some thoughtful soul had hung a pair of black panties from a branch along the trail. Now how in the heck could somebody could lose those? Especially in winter??
What a great spot for a painter! Lakeside painting in winter is normally kind of hellish. Look into that cursed wind and you’re hit with ice pellets. And you’d better hold onto your easel with one hand to keep it from blowing over. But it wasn’t like that here today. These dunes and pines made it almost cozy. Almost bikini weather. I had to take my gloves off and unzip my coat. I think most people were Christmas-shopping at the Mall today, so I felt like the Queen — had the place all to myself.
Margie Guyot Art 