Being given the opportunity to do just that over this past weekend was a great feeling - even though I knew I wouldn't get the chance to wander as far as I probably would have had I just gone to the peninsula on my own (and I am determined to see the lake frozen, so I will return in the future). Nevertheless, I took full advantage of the trip, taking pictures every important step of the way. Since it was my first time seeing a snow covered beach in person, I of course took many silly shots to simply document the peaceful scene. With an extremely fresh blanket of snow, the Gull Point looked untouched by man upon my arrival, allowing me to further appreciate my natural surroundings (although I eventually saw a few picnic tables, a grill, a random building that I didn't care to correctly identify, and a rock that said "KEEP OFF" [which I didn't]). Seeing fallen trees and eroded sand and the transition between fall and winter, I began thinking of how nature copes with and prevails during harsh changes - just as I had to quickly adapt to the extremely different view/feeling of a place I always knew to be summery.
As I photographed, I noticed myself spending more time on my knees with my face and lens in the sand than documenting my location. I was interested in the clash of vacation getaway and winter storm, of life and death, of preservation and erosion (plus, I have an extremely addicting habit of collecting seashells and rocks and sea glass and everything else I find that seems interesting so I was mostly concerned with what was at my feet aside from the obvious sand and snow). So, without further adieu, here are a some of the beautiful things I discovered at the dreary Presque Isle.
Winter at Presque Isle
More than just plain sand
An animal or a tree?
Death of a fallen tree*
Swirl from the swirling waves
Once colorful, now a dark, delicate skeleton
(Captions with asterisks [*] are my top picks for the assignment portion of the adventure.)