up north
not quite so far
lower peninsula
the weather changes its mood
deciding to rain on the lake
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‘for after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.’
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glen lake, empire, Michigan, usa, October 2025
‘There are a finite number of times we get to do anything and after the first time it’s a count. We only get to look at the sky so many times in a life. There are a finite number of rainstorms and seasons that we’ll witness, and the number seems so big until it doesn’t. We never know when will be the last time we taste something or see someone or do anything at all. And for all the money in the world, time is not for sale no matter what the doctors say when we beg for more of it toward the end, finally seeing that we forgot to count the raindrops.’
-Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within
(Random House)
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Art credit: David Hockney: The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020
at the Art Institute of Chicago