Morning sun shone over the lake, cicadas mixing with crickets along the well-worn path, and the lapping of soft waves on the shore. I could do this every morning - the feel of the hot sun on my skin mixed with frigid lake waters on my toes. The blue heron flying overhead. And water - as far as the eye can see.
I think that in the summer, I'm more willing to follow my feet. To take the time.
A little peek into where my feet took me in motion right here or right here below:
Lake Erie from Rebecca Seiling on Vimeo.
And in still right here:
To what places of beauty have your feet taken you this season?