I took this photo in the early hours of a cool spring morning in the sleepy little harbor town of Grand Marais in Michigan's upper peninsula. I woke up to the purple darkness that paints the sky right before dawn, and stood by the harbor wrapped up in a light shawl, shivering slightly amidst the cold morning breeze, waiting for the break of dawn. Somewhere in the distant waters, I hear the mournful call of a lonely loon announce the arrival of morning. I watch mesmerized as dawn's first golden light pierces through the purple darkness of the skies, slowly turning night into day. A brilliant golden shimmer sweeps through the calm still waters of Lake Superior spreading one ripple at a time, as I stand entranced, watching the beauty of that early magic hour unfold in front of me.
~vagabond~ © 2009
