Springtime quietly rolled into the northland this year. One day, ice fog shrouded the shoreline in -20F beauty and the next day the ice pack had drifted off shore and the seasons seamed to changed over night.In this picture, taken from the mouth of the Lester River, the remnants of Lake Superior's ice pack cling to the shoreline on a warm March evening. It was rather comfortable in the 30 degree air and I was able to leave my gloves in the car for the first time this year.
As I stumbled across the ice and rocks in the twilight darkness, floating ice shards clinked together like crystal wind chimes moving in the light surf. The lights of Duluth looked like a golden necklace adorning the shoreline as the light of day faded into the western horizon. I set up my tripod and took this image shortly before the light was gone.
The few people who stopped by to view the ice had long since departed and as I stood on the icy shoreline in the near darkness, the moon and stars revealed themselves as if to take charge of the night shift. I thanked God for the privilege of being able to be here and for the knowledge of Him, who had brought water, ice, sky, and light together into a special moment that would never be exactly the same again.
Walking back to my van, I couldn't help thinking that I had just been to a premier art exhibit, honoring the greatest Master Artist in the universe...and I had.
Psa 97:6 The heavens proclaim His righteousness; every nation sees His glory.
