“The true journey of discovery,” wrote Marcel Proust, “consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” I’ve seen Raspberry Bay from the ice on snowshoes when the cold tingled in your mouth like sucking on peppermint with each breath. I’ve photographed northern lights dancing over the bay.
This week, I watched it light up in all of its summer glory. Just before sunset the day’s dark clouds parted and the last few minutes of light flowed in like a benediction, a blessing of light — the water swishing in dark brushstrokes, the last drops of rain glittering in a rainbow. It was a moment charged with light, a moment to stand in silent reverie.
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— Jeff