Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid transparent clear belt of ether yesterday left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters of the Pleiades

Walt Whitman, from “On the Beach at Night”

This work is the thread of many years of days and nights on the shores of Michigan lakes, pulled through the soft heart of gratitude. Photographs that try to be worthy of being in the company of these beautiful beings.