There is something about Lake Superior that feels like home to me. An unexplainable feeling of belonging on this shore.
This day, a storm was approaching – fast and dark – cloaking the city of Duluth in shadows as it blew in from the west like a big, black ghost. The seagulls hovered in the air and swirled overhead, caught between the coming tempest above and the promise of popcorn below.
wave patterns in sand, park point beach
boat in the distance, lake superior
The Native American name for Lake Superior is Gichigami: Big Water.
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Like these shots a lot!