Soon Will Summer Be Over

As a child, I would spend my summers with my grandparents on Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula. It was a simple, blissful existence, but each day was tempered with the knowledge that one day, my grandmother would look out the window and say “it’s a fall sky,” reminding me that soon I’d leave the seeming perfection of the north and return to school. Even now, my regular time there carries a kind of quiet urgency – long days that feel like they might stretch forever, even as they begin to slip away. These photographs sit in that in-between space. A season at its fullest, already beginning to turn.