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Christmas on the Pier: Dreaming of fireside eggnog on a frozen Christmas Night. |
© Todd Parker |
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Mon 25 Dec 2000
South Pier
Grand Haven, Michigan, USA
Dusk settles on a cold and snowy Christmas. Most rational people are home with their families. I’m standing among a floating ice field on Lake Michigan, a man with a mission. The magic hour has compressed itself into two minutes, as the sun hangs just above the horizon, igniting a brilliant display of pyrotechnics. I snap away franticly, creating a gear pile at my feet, tossing around expensive lenses like empty beer bottles. With any luck I’ll have captured the beauty I came for. But right now I have other concerns, like transporting myself home. With the sun setting, so to has gone my light. And I’m a two-mile ski trip away from turkey dinner and my family who by now suspects I may have fallen into the lake. Shivering, hungry, and barely able to attach skis to feet, I wonder myself. Have I lost my mind? What’s with my compulsion to photograph the pier? |
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