Huron River
This photo took place at sunset on the first truly beautiful Sunday night this entire spring. It was taken while my friend and I were sitting on top of Foster Bridge, relaxing and enjoying the view with two frosty Arizona Ice Teas. See, it is tradition for us to go out and do these things at least every other Sunday. The tradition is to not keep it a consistent spot, and that it must always be on a Sunday sunset. We have crossed railroad tracks, went to many state parks, and have hung out around the UM campus, but nothing has quite felt so right as sitting on top of a bridge looking down at the Huron River. It was a moment worth capturing, and a moment that will piece together as one blissful memory.