lake michigan is not the sea. it’s easy to forget that on nights when the water is choppy, the texture changes from glass to wrinkles, and the color takes on nuanced shades of steely blue.
when i went to the mitten, my oldest seester (she leaves for china in just 9 days!!) and i hiked out to the beach one night for the sunset.
memories: treasured.
the rugged range 
Love this! I especially like the first close up of water hitting the beach.
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Beautiful shots, Mary!
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