On Saturday, I headed over to Good Harbor beach (651) because it looked like the northern lights just might be putting on a display. It was also cloudy with an almost-full moon illuminating the night sky. It was a quintessential up north evening, with a calm Lake Michigan, and a perfect moment for a beach bonfire and conversation. I approached the group at the fire and asked if I could put them in the foreground of the photo, with the northern lights in the background, and they asked why they couldn’t see the lights. I pointed into the northern sky at a vague arc and said it didn’t look like much, but those are the northern lights and they show up with a 30-second exposure. The brief conversation made me ponder how often we see or miss seeing the natural beauty that surrounds us, depending upon how our eyes adjust?