Gillson Park Beach - Wilmette

I chose the cleanest path of snow, along the edge of a sand-bar drop off of a few feet.  I went back and forth, blazing a new path in the snow, reaching further and further out to create an encircling community of lines. Toward the end of the trail, the lines obliterated an earlier path of footprints.  Maybe the new path will direct people through the center, causing people to walk through the center, surrounded by the marks made to remember 7,324 widows - though they couldn't possibly know that.  I feel that the group of lines form a cohesive body, and the path represents movement, direction. 

Some of the last lines resembled birds in flight.  On the otherside, the last few rows of lines caused a lot of turmoil, kicking up sand into the snow and softening the edge of the tiny bluff.