The wind whipped across Lake Michigan threatening to blow the old lighthouse off its base and take the breakwater with it. I braced against a tree my pants whipping furiously against my legs. The cold sliced thought my jacket like it wasn't there. Some days are like that when I take photos no one else takes when Lake Michigan bears its fangs.
October 16th, 2020
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