Like the New Yorker who doesn't think to buy tickets for Broadway, I have not gone to the Lake Erie shoreline in about five years. I wouldn't have been there today, either, if not for a visiting Virginian who, learning that Huntington Beach was fifteen minutes away, promised lunch in exchange for his first look at a Great Lake. Halfway to our destination, I thought of cloudless sky, cerulescent water, mahogany buds and the camera inside my satchel.