Lake​ ​Erie​ ​has​ ​always​ ​filled​ ​me​ ​with​ ​a​ ​sense​ ​of​ ​unease.​ ​It​ ​feels​ ​like​ ​an​ ​old​ ​place;​ ​not​ ​dressed in​ ​the​ ​rosy​ ​tint​ ​of​ ​nostalgia,​ ​but​ ​covered​ ​in​ ​a​ ​faded​ ​melancholic​ ​hue.​ ​On​ ​the​ ​North​ ​Shore, sandy​ ​bluffs​ ​sag​ ​and​ ​bend​ ​as​ ​they​ ​gradually​ ​erode​ ​into​ ​the​ ​water,​ ​while​ ​on​ ​the​ ​Southern Shore,​ ​the​ ​shadows​ ​of​ ​rusting​ ​ships​ ​fade​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​remains​ ​of​ ​rusting​ ​cities.​ ​There​ ​is a​ ​strong​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​inevitability​ ​here​ ​and​ ​my​ ​goal​ ​in​ ​photographing​ ​the​ ​Lake​ ​is​ ​to​ ​capture​ ​my feelings​ ​of​ ​anxiety,​ ​loss​ ​and​ ​sometimes​ ​peace​ ​as​ ​I​ ​explore​ ​Lake​ ​Erie.  
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