Lighthouse Beckoning


Headed to the island for the first time this summer. We’ll stop at Manistique. It’s become a north trek tradition. I’m not sure how much the girls appreciate this stop when they are so anxious to get to the island, but these small stops lay a foundation for the wanderer. Familiarity resides in the vision and sound. A sandy beach…cold, rolling waves…breaking water as it strikes the wall leading out to the lighthouse, rising red out of grey and blue waters. Today we’ll take pictures of Keni–the first of her senior pictures. I have pictures of her climbing the lighthouse stairs over the years. It’s hard to imagine that in just one year she’ll be off to college and I’ll wander more often alone than not.

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