Yet another grey day of solid rain in the Western U.P. Tired of being indoors. Come Saturday, regardless of weather, I am outside. Back for another try with the camera and a friend at Lake of the Clouds, Church outside of Rockland, and Wolf Mountain in the afternoon. I am used to walking through snow up to my ass to the woodshed to feed the stove, but tonight it was a dash in the rain. It is warm and cozy in this old farmhouse tonight. Keeping your spot next to the stove...
“Meeting you was fate..
Becoming your friend was a choice..
But falling in love with you I had no control over.”
― Teresa Conroy