I fell asleep, sitting across from towering clouds, on an afternoon flight, from Southwest Florida to Southern Michigan, exhausted with goodbyes. I woke to the odd wobble and shake of turbulence, and a very spectacular light show, beneath my window. The pilot was cruising above a thunderstorm, that flashed wildly, inside itself, lighting a dark and purple swirl. The descent was a little rocky, but the view was so amazing, I scarcely noticed. it was an exciting start to this chapter of my life.
I’ve been here before. By happenstance, it is home again, but no more than where I’m originally, from, in New England, or the tropical paradise, I’ve just come from. I refuse to be held hostage by friendly help, or convenience, and a familiar verve. This is a second attempt, in the middle of identity crisis, at freedom, looking for a foothold. Seeing new places, as part of a fresh start, is desirable, but I’m learning to love where I am, until it’s another place I’ve been.
Jackson, Michigan, and it’s surrounding countryside, is reminiscently elegant. Pictures of a long history of agriculture, arrange themselves in an antique road show, amid well tended corn fields and newer, or better kept, structures. Once proud farms and barns, defy time and seasons abandoned, standing askew, majestic and kneeling, sinking into the ground, in artistic expressions of beautiful, melancholia.
Water bugs, and lake lovers, like me, can easily find them nestled in fields, hidden in wooded parks, and at the center of a number of nearby, towns. There’s every kind of water recreation available here, for summer fun. It’s a great place for walking down a shaded path, in the state forest, lined with wild grapes and blackberries, to a secluded picnic spot, and a personal swimming, or fishing, space. There are more public sites to be had, but here’s where to go, for quieter nature, and awesome photography.
Rolling, green, landscapes, where crops grow and livestock graze, give way to busier humanity. Aging faced; buildings built around the turn of the nineteenth century, lend towns a historical flair. Architecture that was more ornately crafted, Colonial styles, and small mansions, of gothic design, are common to neighborhood streets.