This past week Satch and I were able to get away to Lake Michigan for a few days. This time of year one almost has the beach to themselves for an early morning walk. Such was the case the morning this photograph was made. Only in the last ten minutes of our long morning walk along the shore (in search of lake glass for Satch) did we see anyone.
When the wind is blowing out on the lake, its tiny waves become poetic. The sounds and form are subtle and complex and warrant attention. The photograph below portrays one of those exceptional moments.