From what you showed me last Fall, I take it these pilings do not appear the same any longer. I guess we don't either....Things fall apart, new things appear, and the world is a stage in motion.
"The morning light shimmered through the trees and the the lake an otherworldly hue. Everything in summer Michigan seemed to have a soft shimmer to it, as though God had hung gauze over the sky and softly scattered glitter on all His creations."
― Viola Shipman,