Jason Isbell wrote "It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood, so cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good." It's all this beauty, as hard as it is to sometimes see, covers me up and I often pray it uses me for good. Brushed on blushes and the deep blues of Lake Michigan reflected and bounced back as the sun lowered on the horizon. Ripples lead me in and the conversation with my lens begins...