Driving down Jefferson in Ecorse and Wyandotte. Saw the ice floating down the river and liked the way the sun was hitting it. Pulled over in the parking lot of the Pier 500 bar and got a half-dozen shots before my battery died.
Sometime when you least expect it, Love will tap you on the shoulder…
and ask you to move out of the way because it still isn’t your turn.
— N.V. Plyter