Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse

What is my photographic muse?  It is that big, beautiful body of water called Lake Superior, a frequent subject of my photos and thoughts.  The shores of Gitche Gumee are ever-changing, and each season has its own character and allure.

Grand Marais Lighthouse

I have to give a nod to Bryan Hansel Photography, and an evening photo workshop I was fortunate enough to take from him yesterday in Grand Marais.  It was the kind of evening that reminds us why we put up with months of sub-zero temperatures and bone-chilling winds off the frigid waters of the Lake.  As we set up our tripods and adjusted to the fading light, the haze of campfire smoke and fog settled into the pine-covered hills rising from the shoreline.

Across the bay, the lights of the charming town of Grand Marais danced and twinkled across the calm waters.  The sound of bluegrass music from one of the local bars wafted on the air.  Rather than intruding on the peaceful scene, the notes blended seamlessly with the soft colors of the sunset.

Grand Marais at Sunset

The waxing gibbous moon illuminated the dark waters as twilight turned to night.  A loon’s haunting cry … the silent ripples from a beaver swimming in the bay … the night shift was starting …. my muse never sleeps.

Ciao! ~ Kat

This post was in response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.  ”Muse” is this week’s theme.  Everyone is welcome to join in the Challenge; further details on how to participate and links to others’ responses are found here.

Keep Curiosity Alive

“I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Artists' Point in Grand Marais, Minnesota ~ February ice

This photo was taken on a cold day in February a few years back.  The ice was “talking” as it formed and moved off of Artists’ Point in Grand Marais, Minnesota.  Did you know ice talks?  It pops, it cracks.  It sends out a high-pitched twang from time to time.  Lake Superior churned underneath, as the still-forming ice pushed back, creating a conversation of sorts.  My boys found it fascinating, as did we.

Hope you enjoyed this week’s “Reflection of Gratitude.”

Ciao! ~ Kat