Holbrook was a fun little town to explore, with all its roadside dinosaurs!
My favorite cemetery looked magical during a snowfall last winter. The orange leaves that still clung to some trees made an interesting autumn contrast against the white snow.
It was a rare early December snow. Usually it never snows here until sometime mid January, when all the leaves are long gone.
Wandering around, a cubed snowman and his friend were discovered.
When it snows I like to wander around everywhere. Everything looks so different in the snow, like another world.
Just outside the middle of downtown Detroit, in an old abandoned brick building just off of a main road, is the coolest antique store I’ve been to.
It was a cold November day, right before Thanksgiving. We were spending the day wandering around my old homeland before heading to dinner at my brother’s house. We decided to choose an antique store to go to, and it ended up being the best choice.
It was filled wall to wall with interesting items as most antique stores are, but the ceilings were also filled. With old lights, chandeliers, and even windows and chairs!
The store was called Detroit Antique and Props. Apparently they either currently, or at one time rented theater props out as well as selling antiques.
The whole store, but the attic in particular held furniture and building materials taken from all the abandoned and crumbling places that fill the city. Bathroom sinks of every color, industrial lights of every size; anything could be found in there.
There were lots of things we wanted, but all that came home with us were two small cameras, since not much else would fit in our small carry-ons that were already stuffed full with a weeks worth of winter clothes.
We often think about coming back to this interesting little place we stumbled upon.
These next few years will be interesting for downtown’s landscape.
These pictures were taken two years ago, but then got buried in my drafts when I had a bad case of writer’s block and no inspiration.
It was around Thanksgiving 2016. My mom was in Europe with her sister. There wasn’t much to do, so we took a walk.
I don’t have any pictures from that Thanksgiving day, but these pictures remind me of it.
Thanksgiving is always weird. All of my family lives far away and almost we never spend it with them. On this particular Thanksgiving after we got back from my in-laws house, we went to Waffle House with my sister and then played Minecraft. That was pretty funny.
During my trip to Michigan, I wanted to visit the cemeteries of my relatives. Luckily I unknowingly chose a hotel right in between two main cemeteries where my relatives laid. Unlike the the Southfield Cemetery, the Holy Sepulchre Catholic cemetery was massive and easy to get lost in.
It was an icy November day, and we wandered around the vast place, looking for our family members. My mom was relying on her memories of running around here when she was little. Her grandparents were caretakers of this place!
This unique group of trees caught our eye and we wandered over. It was the right area!
Someone had placed wreaths at the graves, we wondered who that could have been.
My great great grandfather, who came to Detroit from Austria and worked as a grave-digger in this cemetery.
I’ve always liked wandering around in cemeteries. There’s something really peaceful about them. It was even more special to visit a cemetery where my family members were buried. Most of them I’d never met, but had heard plenty of stories about. Others I have some vague memories of, so I was glad to get to visit their graves.
Driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway, we discovered a trail during a stop at an overlook. The trail weaved through and around giant boulders, and followed the path of the Blue Ridge Parkway, underneath the busy scenic road.
This stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway road is the Linn Cove Viaduct, which wraps around the base of grandfather mountain and was the final piece of the parkway to be completed. The viaduct structure was needed to avoid cutting into the rocky base of the mountain and disturbing the natural habit.
One of the things I love most about exploring the mountains, are the interesting places we stumble upon, like this trail we never knew existed. I can’t wait to go back and follow the trail further.