I was with Ian the first week of October in Pictured Rocks. All five days were memorable, but this particular morning stands out photographically. When we arrived, the sky was dreary and the cave was dark, cold and dripping wet. Things started to improve as the sun reached the crest of the distant hills. For just a few wonderful minutes, warm light flooded the interior and skimmed across the tops of the small, breaking waves and leaves. Comments and critique are most appreciated.