Saturday At The Beach

Pulled up in the truck and jumped out! Wind out of the NW, blowing hard, squalls coming off the lake. 

The clouds were hanging so low and heavy. 

At one time there was a spit of land going out into the water.

The waves come in from both sides, crisscrossing the sand bar. 

So fierce, so wild, takes my breath away!

The contrast of light and dark, sky and water, trees and beach. 

Ran all the way back to the truck, just in time, to avoid the squall that came through!

I feel all aired out!