Having a nice time: Minnesota's coast in March
I have this saying that has become a kind of joke: "I'm having a nice time."
Sometimes it's "I'm having a NICE time," and other times it can be "I'M HAVING A NICE TIME." The sentence means that I'm having more feelings than I can express, but that I realize all of the feelings are about something very natural, normal, ordinary, or things others might find very boring, so I can't really call it "the best time ever" or say, "what an incredible moment!" I have to settle for a very purposeful, emphatic, "I'm having a nice time!"
You'll understand what I mean.
Driving up the coast of Lake Superior this past March with my husband and sister was one nice time after another. The temperatures were in the 40s (warm, if you're a Minnesotan), and north of Duluth had had a foot of snowfall before we got there. Out of these circumstances, we had a blue, green, and white weekend. The patterns and textures of nature were alive.
Icicles and open water; green trees against white snow; lichen alongside icy, marbled tide pools. Seasons were at odds with one another and on foot we were often alone in the landscape.
It was a very nice time, and I'm glad I took these photographs to remember it.