On that day waves were newsworthy. The path to the lighthouse blocked by crashing waves and fierce wind. We made it as far as we could before turning back.
Sometimes the best part of suburban is the break into nature of the local park. Especially on a snowy day where colors are bleak but expressive in their own right.
This rusted out car sits near the banks of a river in a obscure park in Indiana. It doesn’t belong and it’s hard to understand how it got there. It’s a piece of industrial in the middle of nature surrounded by suburbia. Profound in it’s own sense.