
09/05/2025
Waited all morning for the rain to finally quit, then headed out to Wisconsin Point right in the middle of the day. ☁️ No golden hour, no magical sunrise—just me, the clouds, and Lake Superior still trying to blow me sideways.
The lighthouse was doing its usual thing: standing proud like it wasn’t bothered one bit by the moody skies and leftover drizzle. Meanwhile, I’m out there dodging puddles, hoping the wind doesn’t make me part of the lake, and trying to convince myself that ‘overcast’ is just nature’s way of providing free softbox lighting. 😂
Sure, it wasn’t the classic postcard scene—but there’s something about that stubborn, stormy vibe that fits this place perfectly. Sometimes you just take what Superior gives you and roll with it.