08 July 2008
when he jumps, he almost flies...
a snapshot from our trip to the indiana dunes national lakeshore. it's the closest thing to going to the beach for this part of the country. it is strangely similar to the gulf coast, in that the national seashore (the protected land) is bracketed by various industrial plants, so we felt right at home.
this post's title is a line from a song by local composer, malcolm dalglish. he's the same person who wrote "summer dog days."