Ice Water
Pentwater, Michigan

I had a co-worker that was Pennsylvania, and she told me about this goofy-sounding beer from her home state that I just had to try. On her next visit home, she told me, she’s bring me a six pack.
And so was born my obsession with Yuengling.
I hear-tell it’s coming to Michigan (but I’ve been hearing that for years now). Previously, it was only available on the east coast. Then it moved to Ohio. And now maybe, someday, possibly my home state.
It’s good. Not great, but a good all-around beer. Part of me feels like the fact that you can’t get it in Michigan makes it taste better – like that lost love you could never get (except on trips to Toledo).

Horton, Michigan
It’s getting to be that time of year where the sunrise is perfectly timed to my morning commute. From now through early September it will be great for photo making, like with this little shed on my neighborhood street.
This was one of those photos that I screeched to a halt in my car, pulled over, and crept through the trees to get the shot.

“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.” – Violette Leduc

The summer light is changing here in late July. The sun is rising a little later, the light is a little more golden, and the mists are gathering in the low spots.
It’s been a weirdly cool summer. A few hot days, but mostly May-like temperatures.
The way the light bends around the field, through the tall grasses – it’s almost like September already.