Camp Dearborn, Timber Shores, Silver Lake — memories of my youth: jumping off docks, swimming, water skiing, inner tubes (the kind made of scorching black rubber that attracted horse flies & their horrible bites, along with that long, deadly valve that was sure to impale you at some point), row boats with little outboard motors we were entrusted to use if we did chores to ear the gas money, squishy lake beds with seaweed, and of course, fishing for perch with pink rubber worms (I refused to kill an earthworm). Fabulous summers on “the lake” in Michigan.

Zipping down the Tail of the Dragon over the North Carolina/Tennessee border, pretending the F150 was a rally car, I stopped to capture a dam on the side of the road. Playing my favorite game, “what’s out there”, I began to set-up in the dark. Headlamps are an essential tool for success in this game. With a tripod & a long exposure…treasures are revealed. The stars barely shining through the deep blanket of sky, as the mist creeped over the water, making it more titillating.

There it was, reviving the aforementioned memory.