Footprints

For a Michigander, summer seems to last forever in the Southern Maryland. Of course, I've been preoccupied with the Big Move, but today, a fortnight past Equinox and I'm marveling: suddenly the forest has been glazed with transparent  yellow. Leaves are floating to earth on the steady breeze off the river like a shower of golden …

Resistance to Change

I heard it took extra dynamite to destroy the foundations of the old Henkel Flour mills, when the Detroit riverfront docks were being renovated. It pleases me that my great-grandfather's legacy was so stubborn. Odd, since I so often want to smash the past and break that rigid shell of pretending we were all shiny …