The shores of Lake Champlain are not what you think of when you think of a lake shore. There is no muck- no tall grass – nothing close to sand- only rocks. Endless stretches of rocks. They are hard to walk on – slippery and sharp at the same time. They are not comfortable to sit on. Ditto for lying down.
Yet – they are beautiful in their own way. Look at the triangle below. In part I see my art as a process of “turning bits of rubble into gold.”
The white on the rocks below is due to the drying/bleaching of slimy sea weed that grows along the rocks sometimes.