The waves of Lake Michigan constantly pulse or roll or pound the lakeshore, continually grinding stone to sand.
The reach of each wave on the sandy shore leaves a mark of wet-on-dry.
The waves often leave an edge where grains sorted by the motion of the water are left in a line at the crest of each wave before it retreats back into the lake.
The waves repeatedly flow over the land and these minimalistic landscapes are shaped and reshaped on the sand.
Sometimes they are embellished with a rock or feather.
Sometimes it seems there is fog in the distance.
...and sometimes the hills seem to stretch on forever.
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