I went hunting for rocks and driftwood yesterday. The time near the water serves to center me; the sound of the waves lapping at the beach and the far-off cries of the seagulls is so soothing. I grew up along a river in Ohio and I've always enjoyed getting my feet wet.

There was a storm moving in on the east side of Munising Bay. When I walked up there were about 50 seagulls on this old dock and they flew away silently as if they, too, were in awe of how beautiful the sky was at that moment.