Michigan, July 29th
Regular posts resume next week because I'm travelling. I had forgotten how beautiful the Midwest can be in the summertime. Last night, we took a stroll through the grounds of Cranbrook, and every vista was more enchanting than the one before.
(Cranbrook Art Museum, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, 2012.)
My brother drove over in his 1966 Ford Thunderbird convertible and I jumped behind the wheel before he quite knew what was happening. It felt good.
Isn't the speedometer completely fabulous?