All I need is a camera: January 2015

Monday, January 26, 2015

Day 46

Photo taken Grand Haven, MI

By Lindsay Steele

I feel like the beach is this glowing trophy of warmth and joy during the summer. It goes on for miles, and eventually disappears. With eyes closed, and a sweet smile of satisfaction on my face, I always hear children squealing with joy at how cold the water is. But, I'll admit, I believe the beach is much more beautiful in the winter. The sand and snow mix to create an ongoing spin of colors. The wind blows wildly and freezes my toes and fingers, but the pain disappears from my mind every time I smile at the next mountain of frozen waves.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Day 45

Photo taken California

By Lindsay Steele

I haven't the faintest idea what type of sea creature this could be. My cousin first pointed it out to me and tried to talk me into bringing it home with us. It was a rubbery and flimsy piece of the ocean. The colors were a vibrant blue purple and rims cascaded from its fin like steps. I could imagine it being served at a fancy restaurant where people would close their eyes and take in the scrumptious taste. But in the end, I left it in the sand.

Day 44

Photo taken California

By Lindsay Steele

In Michigan, we have absolutely beautiful beaches. We have white sand and clean, clear water thats cool and refreshing. People can lay on beaches and not have to worry about their children getting hurt on sharp rocks. In the Pacific Northwest, beaches aren't exactly 'family friendly'. Sharp rocks jut out of the ocean with marine animals stuck in puddles from overspilling waves. A simple slip could mean getting stitches. And I think that's what makes their beaches much more incredible. They can sprint across rocks believing they could out run boats, or be a spy scurrying away from a villain. Their beaches aren't 'family friendly', but they're adventure friendly.

Day 43

Photo taken Crater Lake, OR

By Lindsay Steele

Either people in the Pacific Northwest are much more fit or they're all lying to watch Easterners suffer. After we were told it only took an hour and a half to hike half the trail of Crater Lake, we were dripping sweat four hours later. I don't think many people could complain though. Crater Lake could be considered the blue diamond of America, maybe the world. It is encased in mountains and has a painting like setting. Not a single photo could look bad when taking a picture of it. It glitters in the sparkling sun and skies are almost, but not quite, as blue as the lake. I would simply love to spend the night on the trail, staring up at the spilt milk that's our galaxy.