As part of my ongoing practice sessions, I’ve started working on my descriptions of places and things.
Here’s what I’ve just pulled together this morning.
The frigid wind off Lake Michigan tore at our faces as we made our way onto the frozen ice sheets, just offshore.
It was impossible to tell at what point the ice on the shoreline disappeared and the ice layers over the murky waters began.
Miniature ice caves, in nearly perfect frozen arcs, lay in every direction, their smooth, translucent forms illuminated under the bright mid-day sun.
I watched, fascinated as the never-ending waves pushed against the shore, slowly building their structures that few would see.
No ice sculptor could have done a better job.
It helps that I actually went to this location. Next, I’m going to try a description starting with a picture, and then straight from my imagination.
