Having time in the dunes along Lake Michigan is always a delight, especially seeing what the wind and light do with the sand and what lives (and dies) in the dunes. I find these “dune sketches,” little masterpieces that are short-lived, to be inspiring collections of shapes and textures marked by time.
When the wind blows, which is often, things change quickly and yet also a record of those changes is often left as the “pens” of loose roots or twigs blow over the “paper” of the dune sand.
Shadows also come and go, adding layers to the sketches that are surreal and otherworldly.
Although I often see similar sketches every morning, each walk also almost always brings new, unexpected delights. Who knows what sketches tomorrow will bring?