All that I am, or ever hope to be I owe to my Mother. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you and your’s!!!
As I was walking back from the Oak Street Beach in Chicago, I noticed the subtle movements of Lake Michigan out of the corner of my eye. I turned and watched as the ripples danced across the surface. It seemed hypnotic at one point as if it put me in a momentary trance. I’ve always had a love for the sea, the oceans, lakes & even puddles. I don’t know what it is but whenever I’m in Chicago you’ll find me watching the waves.
Words from a Daydreamer:
So as the sun begins to rise, a new story begins to write, about man who’s flying high, high out of sight
Cause that is where his mind is trailing in the air, his feet were on the ground but his head was never there
So off to the unseen, blue seas, the islands of trees, the volcanoes, mountains & everywhere in between
Cause it’s not about where you’ve been, but where you haven’t seen, it’s curiosity and escaping your daily routine
Can’t be afraid to be young, have fun or wonder what’s above, it’s the risk that you take that show you exactly what your made of.
See More Chicago Sunrises: Good Morning Chicago
The sun sets over a sea of buildings as unique as the people that inhabit them. The Chicago skyline reflects the warm colors of the sky. For a second it seems that spring is finally here, but I know that that could change in a blink. Nevertheless, seeing Chicago from different perspectives, from different heights, behind different lenses has grew my appreciation towards this bustling city. No matter what time of day, or what type of weather, it is always in motion. Stay golden Chicago.
With the temperatures rising in Chicago, I drove to Van Buren State Park Beach in South Haven Michigan because of my last experience on the beach in Michigan, waiting for the sunset over Lake Michigan. When I arrived, the beach was covered in piles of snow waiting to melt into the water. Mini icebergs scattered atop the lake, disappearing into the distance. But that weather was beautiful, the beach was empty and the sounds were soothing. As I headed back to my car, a father and son walked up to the edge of the lake and stopped. It’s something that seems so small, just another day but it’s a moment I’m sure they will both remember; their walk on the beach.
Some times the best way to say ‘hello’ to the abrasive Chicago winter is simply by breaking the ice.