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t the end of my last full summer at home, I drove north with my father to the Keweenaw Peninsula and spent a week photographing Lake Superior.
Rocks on the Keweenaw's beaches are red from copper and iron deposits.
Cold and clear Superior shimmered like candy as it seethed over crimson rocks.
The haze of far-away fog lit the sky each night like a dying fire's embers.
