Without the meaning behind this photo, the sheer brilliance of it could stand alone. I was sitting on this beach July of 2017, suspecting it might be my last time ever doing so. All I had was my cell phone and I couldn't really see if it would come out well with the sun glare. But I new i wanted the fire, the beach, the lake, and the sun all in one shot.
Two of my closest friends, Mark Greenwood and Jeremiah Johnson, and myself would spend countless summers at this place. Mark's family owned a cabin in Vermillion, OH, right off Lake Erie. Vermillion is a sleepy lakeside town about 45 minutes west of Cleveland. In 2007, he called me up and asked me if I wanted to spend a weekend there and go jetskiing. Well the rest was history. for the next 10 summers, Mark, Jer, myself, and sometimes a few other friends would spend anywhere from a few days to a week here. We had our own private beach, a small boat we could go fishing in, the aforementioned jetski, and a nice deck with a grill we could use. This place was always my little summer escape. I could write a mini novel of our adventures here. And maybe I just might. But a few of the highlights include riding huge waves on the jetski while nearly flipping it midair, sitting in the back of a pick-up bed as we cruised into town, fireworks on the beach and all the stupidity that came with it, charging into Lake Erie at 12:30am as it started storming to get the jetski out, steak and potatoes on the beach, fishing and all it's failures and glories, etc etc. But the thing that mattered too me the most was the time I spent with all those guys, making memories to last a lifetime. The Greenwoods sold the cabin later that year and so that view in the photo was a fitting end to 10 years of memories.
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