I don’t do many landscape-type shots, but the morning light and the fog in the field made this one a must-grab.
Nothing beats a good farmer’s market – especially when it’s jam-packed with good stuff.
There’s a part of me that could sit down and eat every peach and red raspberry in the joint, at least mentally. Physically…well…
The color. The smell. The craving. It’s all there, man.
The last throes of summer on Lake Michigan.
Our own local super hero.
I remember almost wrecking my car the first time I saw him, walking down Michigan Ave. in downtown Jackson.
“This can’t be real,” I thought.
But there he was.
Now, he makes appearances and public events, parades, and almost every Chamber of Commerce event in town, promoting safety and self defense.
Captain Jackson tends to be a local shame point. The oh-my-gosh-he’s-here-again kind of reaction. He’s pretty harmless though.
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.