Roots

These nine photos give you a little peek at where yours truly is from in Lapeer, Michigan. I miss my little hometown, a huge difference from the big city that Las Vegas really is. Will I ever move home to the gray skies and bad, salty roads? Perhaps I will when my health is such that it’s not a good idea to be far away from my children and family. Why else do we have children!

The Gray Foothills

The distant foothills west of my home are almost completely enveloped in gray clouds as this current low-pressure system works its way through the area. Another low-pressure center will follow on its heels, according to the National Weather Service.

Taking a very short walk this morning, the cold, damp air smelled reminiscent of my Michigan heritage.

It reminds me of standing alone in the wood both as a child and an adult listening to and watching the tall trees sway in unison high above me as though performing a beautiful ballet of nature. I will never escape who I am, nor my northern roots.