From one of my favorite songs, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot:
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams.
Today’s sea smoke at Promontory Point in Chicago. Temperature: -9ºF.
That sounds like it should be a novel. … Continue reading →
I’ve been absent lately for many reasons. Until I have more time and energy, here’s a little something. Looks cold, doesn’t it? … Continue reading →
It’s not quite the Emerald City, but still it’s a vision. … Continue reading →