The path to the lake.
Lake Minnetonka, Minnesota
Delightful characters in this photo, especially my great aunt Millie, who always seems to be off in her own world. But what strikes me most about this image is the setting — it is the lake that I grew up on. The little path down to the water, the horizon of trees beyond the shoreline and the water tower in the distance are like my first language; they contain layers of meaning and connotation and when I see them I understand something completely and effortlessly and am understood equally in return.