So there’s this place called Narnia and it is magical. Only some people know how to get there and no, you don’t enter through a wardrobe. But when you hike along the shore of Lake Huron in the Upper Peninsula, carefully stepping over moss-covered rocks, you understand why folks refer to it as Narnia. There is something different in the air, a mysticism that climbs into you, wakes you up. Mel and Blake invited us up to Blake’s family cottage in the Upper Peninsula for a night and we spent an evening kayaking in the rain, playing cards and drinking Michigan wine. The next morning we woke up before the sun to make the short trek to Narnia, and as the sun rose through the woods we made these images together.