Yesterday, a veil of morning mist along Lake Michigan lingered long afterward as though lashed to the coast and unable, or at least reluctant, to leave. Although less gloomy, the presence of a continuing haze generated an obscurity softening or screening the adjacent scenery like a palimpsest, even erasing general parts of terrain throughout the dunes. A cloak of overcast replaced any visibility beyond the nearly negligible chalk-white of a slowly rolling surf growing faint and blending into a plain gray backdrop, a shroud of gathered cloud cover. The dreary conditions engulfing everything lasted until late afternoon before weakening and lifting. Small waves approached, sloshing onto the shore, staining the tan sand almost as dark as the wet and weathered bark on vulnerable beach trees. Much of the day’s vague landscape appeared as if an image in an impressionist painting placed on a gallery wall, or the inkjet print of a noticeably out of focus and underexposed photograph, perhaps a shaky picture hastily and impatiently taken, simply a snapshot too quickly composed by someone eager to experience more, excited to move on to see what lay ahead.
A Fading Haze
A Fading Haze
A Fading Haze
Yesterday, a veil of morning mist along Lake Michigan lingered long afterward as though lashed to the coast and unable, or at least reluctant, to leave. Although less gloomy, the presence of a continuing haze generated an obscurity softening or screening the adjacent scenery like a palimpsest, even erasing general parts of terrain throughout the dunes. A cloak of overcast replaced any visibility beyond the nearly negligible chalk-white of a slowly rolling surf growing faint and blending into a plain gray backdrop, a shroud of gathered cloud cover. The dreary conditions engulfing everything lasted until late afternoon before weakening and lifting. Small waves approached, sloshing onto the shore, staining the tan sand almost as dark as the wet and weathered bark on vulnerable beach trees. Much of the day’s vague landscape appeared as if an image in an impressionist painting placed on a gallery wall, or the inkjet print of a noticeably out of focus and underexposed photograph, perhaps a shaky picture hastily and impatiently taken, simply a snapshot too quickly composed by someone eager to experience more, excited to move on to see what lay ahead.