At last hints of spring are in the air and while snow still exists on the north sides of the streets, in the depths of the woods and of course, arena parking lots, there's the promise of more blissful days to come. Tomorrow, I am running away to take a scenic tour of Lake Erie's shore only thirty five miles from home. It's my own kind of personal holiday. Via Aylmer and a wonderful Mennonite thrift store and St. Thomas, where there's a delightful family farm market and a yarn shop crammed floor to ceiling, I'll wend my way towards Port Stanley, a picturesque little fishing village that always lifts my soul. Nothing like a brisk ( read chilly) walk on the beach, collecting the flotsam that nature has deposited there over the winter and then a warm coffee and home made burger at the welcoming Mackie's, a fixture on the beach since 1911. This time of year you don't have to fight for a seat although the pedestrian traffic is steady enough.I love the beach this time of year in all it's wildness and solitude. It's a time of rebirth, a time to think and reflect and be inspired, gathering ideas for new works. In a beach frame of mind, here's a few sites to give you some inspiration too.......
Leonie, surfing the sixties and still hanging ten!
http://www.waveridersgallery.net/surf-photos.php
1 comment:
Yay! I love when a new post from Leonie pops up!
Have a grand day on the beach...we share a love of the Great Lakes for sure.
I'm a vegetarian, but somehow that burger just sounds so good! Not to mention the yarn store....
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