I remember Michigan like this, almost always summer, the air thick and sticky, the sound of crickets, or cicadas, or sprinklers. The smell of queen anne’s lace, yarrow, and indian paintbrush. It's mid day, or the light is starting to fade.
I grew up in Michigan, and we go visit my aunt and uncle in the summer - they are my son’s grandparents, and my only remaining family. Each time I return to that hazy place, and the old family feelings. I always take a camera, or two, and some years I take pictures, other years I just drag the equipment along in case I need it, and it's always better to take it - taking pictures makes me feel like myself, and see the world in a way I love.