Saturday was the last big sale day for my favorite local comic shop. Leonard, the owner, is retiring as of Labor Day.
The good news, however, is that he may have found a buyer for the place. They have to get things worked out with the bank, but otherwise it’s a go.
That’s my friend Jon Hart in the background, there, digging through the alternative titles. I’m mainly a Spidey and X-Men guy, myself.
I have this list of things I want to stop and photograph on my way into work. Concord, Mich. has quite a few little things like this sign that are on my list.
This month-long project is the perfect excuse to pull over, grab the camera, and check one off the list.
I’ve watched these weeds envelop this sign all summer long. Now I got it.
A brick wall I pass every day on my commute to and from work, in Concord, Mich.
Love that, even after it’s been hacked, it hasn’t been fixed.
This time of year is both happy and sad. Happy because, hey, it’s still technically summer.
But it’s sad because it’s the Sunday of summer – the last little bit before fall starts creeping in. Nothing says this more than harvest time, especially this cool summer in Michigan that feels like half-fall anyway.
Fall is a lot of people’s favorite season, but not mine. The crops, though. Man, I’ll take those all autumn long.
Michigan is known mainly for its cherries, apples, and blueberries, but we’re lucky in that a lot of crops grow well here. Peaches, melons, corn.
“You can tell it’s a Michigan [insert crop here],” my family used to say. “They don’t grow these like they do in Michigan.”
I’m not positive that’s true. But I do know that everything tastes pretty darned good this time of year.
Never realized this rope was tied around my dying apple tree in the backyard. Hm.
Also, this one was edited in Aperture for old time’s sake. Do most of my editing/culling in Lightroom, and export to Aperture for management.
Lots of abandoned goodness in Albion, Mich. Took a little drive Friday afternoon during lunch and spotted a row of buildings that looked like they used to be thriving businesses.
But no longer.
It’s county fair time here in Jackson County.
Despite some thunderstorms, the fair went on – muggy, sticky, and steamy.
For a horse, that means bath time, obviously.
This is the stuff nightmares are made of.
Bald-faced hornet nest. Huge. Hanging.
To keep a safe distance, I stuck with the EF 85mm f/1.8 for this one.
