III

Brett works his magic between the black box and the northern lights. Brett, Jesse, Alex and I soaked it all in for the first time early Friday morning. I still can't believe the Eskimos' spotlights are that powerful. And boy do they dance. On a side note, it was awesome to have Alex up here for a couple days while he checked out (and was checked out by) a publication that rhymes with Fay Fity Fimes.

Quiet Reflection

Petoskey

I spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon working on a project in the Petoskey Public Library. I was distracted by this window on the other side of the building and decided to try my luck. I had hoped to get a person walking in the lower left pane, a red car in the lower right pane, and a bird in the upper right pane, but ran out of patience. Cool town, by the by. I walked out to my car and there was a courtesy notice on the windshield rather than a ticket. Who does that? Regardless, it has contributed to my desire to want to go back. Until next time, keep it real P-town. Our friendship grew during the last two days.

James

The Took in me welled up within, and I had to leave the Shire this weekend. During my journey, I met James, who showed me a cross he carved out of a Petoskey stone. James is a guitarist from Morgantown, W. Va., whom I encountered walking his grandmother's dog along the Little Traverse Bay shoreline. Real cool dude who I'll probably never see again. But it was the coolest 10 minutes of my day (so far). I'm glad I'll be able to remember it with a picture. Johnny Cash has been playing in the corner coffee shop, and I'm raring to go after a surprisingly decent night's sleep at the Oldsmobile Alero Motel. Hey, being a photojournalist ain't no doctor's job, now. But it sure is fun.