I’d begun the day in Michigan’s Thumb, and wanted to make it to Higgins Lake in the middle of Northern Michigan by nightfall. I knew a full moon would be rising in the east just as the sun was setting in the west.
I arrived at dusk, set up my camera on a tripod, and waited. As the evening grew darker I began to worry I’d somehow miscalculated. But soon the moon peeked above a line of clouds that had hidden it.