Rowboats
They row, row, rowed their boats ashore and then rested, paddles touching, looking out only so far into fog. The flat grey water of Lake Michigan intensified their sense of serenity, closeness, and shared melancholy.
Chicago, IL
They row, row, rowed their boats ashore and then rested, paddles touching, looking out only so far into fog. The flat grey water of Lake Michigan intensified their sense of serenity, closeness, and shared melancholy.
Chicago, IL