There's a lake in my town. It's not a natural lake; it was made by humans. It's a little more than a mile from my house. My daughters lovingly refer to it as "the beach."
"Mama, can we go to the beach today?"
Usually, we go late in the afternoon, with sunscreen and beach toys and water and snacks and, best of all, dinner. And usually, we stay until the "the beach" closes, which is 7:30.
Every day, my youngest brings me "treasures" from the water. Her treasures are rocks that she dug up while laying on her tummy where the water is the most shallow, near the shoreline. She is always so proud of her findings. I hold them and line them up on the arm of my beach chair and I love them, as she wants me to, for just a little while. By day's end, each rock makes its way back into the water, like a turtle that came out to say hello.
Every month in 2018, I am participating in a photography project with a group of extremely thoughtful and talented photographers. each photographer makes a series of 10 photos in a single day, and each photographer shares their series on the 10th day of every month. The goal? To tell a story.
Follow along with us and head over to the next post by the talented Anna Hurley. Just click or tap her name to see her beautiful photos.