Ordinary Things


August 23, 2015
Some of the best time I spend when I’m up north is with the most ordinary things. It’s home. It’s familiar. On any given day I’ll take a drive down one of the county roads I’ve driven a hundred times and find something worth a few minutes and a closer look.

Summer’s winding down and there’s a barn to build before the snow comes; I’ll stay here in northern Michigan until November.