In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Half and Half.”
It was a quiet morning at the marina on Beaver Island. I decided to photograph the morning light and capture the stillness of the water, and its reflections from the lighthouse. This is Lake Michigan on a misty, gray morning in June. As I stepped off
the boat onto the dock, I remembered a photography tip from my Dad, “watch the horizon line, make it straight.” I quietly walked down the dock to an open boat slip, not to disturb the other boaters still sleeping. Normally, I don’t divide a landscape image in half
when I compose a shot, but this time it was a perfect opportunity to blend the sky
with the water.
Beaver Island Chart
Beaver Island is a great boating destination if you want to get away from crowds of vacationing people from down state, what we refer to in Michigan as, “fudgies”. It offers great sunsets, and a laid-back atmosphere. It is approximately 30 miles off the coast, with two ferry services from Charlevoix. It is the largest Island in Lake Michigan.
More information about its history, recreation and Beaver Island Boat Company at Beaver Island.org
Every day we go about our business with one day leading into another like a continuous movement of waves on the ocean. Some waves are big, and some are really big and frightening. Then suddenly, I wake up from that horrible dream of a tsunami and feel so blessed to be alive! On a really good day on the water, a sailor needs some wind to arrive at his destination. So where am I going with this? Sometimes it’s the simplest things in life that make us happy, like watching the sun set on the shoreline, or the fisherman cast his line, and the turtles poke their little heads above the water. I guess it’s the scary things I experienced that helped me to grow and learn to appreciate the little things. Yes Dad, I did pray to God, to please get us home safe that windy day on Lake Michigan in Little Traverse Bay. I was so scared. Seven foot waves coming from more than one direction — slapping the 46′ Maxum with sheets of water that sprayed over us — was a day you hoped you’d already made “peace with your maker”. I was not proud of myself, when I got sick in Ron’s green cooler with that lonely can of beer in it. That boat ride to Lake Charlevoix was the longest trip ever! So, what I forgot to say is, growing up on the lake was a blessing, and I’m glad you were at the helm that day when the weather was worse than they had reported. I remember you said, “that’s just a part of boating, I hope we didn’t scare you away.” Even though I trust your judgement and your 30-plus years of experience on the big waters, I’m still a little afraid. Maybe that’s part of what makes it exciting, like the tsunami dream when I suddenly wake up and feel happy to be alive! Thank you for all the years of amazing adventures on the Great Lakes, and for being my Dad.
This video is from July 4, 2014, one of my treasured memories.