After a week or more of temperatures in the teens, 40 degrees was a heat wave! I had to take off my coat to finish painting this. Usually the wind coming off the lake is icy-cold, but yesterday it felt just right. This spot is midway between Charlevoix and Petoskey; just a rustic pull-off. Most years the shoreline is filled with giant ice pyramids, but there haven’t been many this winter. Notice how the snow and ice have piled up in kind of a wave pattern?
It was quite blissful, standing here in the warm sun, hearing the waves crashing against the shore. There was a steady roar of cars going past on their way between Charlevoix and Petoskey. After I finished painting I lingered a while, enjoying the sights and sounds. Here’s some melting ice:
And here’s my dear cat, Picasso, rolling in ecstasy at my return. He missed me….