Glen Arbor, Michigan (2016)— one of those little tucked-away spots that feels like it’s been quietly holding stories for decades. This place wasn’t fancy, wasn’t polished, wasn’t trying to be anything. Just weathered wood, creeping vines, and that soft hush of Up North calm. It’s the kind of scene that makes you slow down without…
Fire pit on Anchor Inn on the Bay’s private beach in Traverse City (2016)—the kind of spot that feels like it’s seen a thousand summer nights and still has room for a thousand more. There’s something about a weathered fire pit on the sand that instantly drops you into nostalgia mode. Late nights, lake breeze,…
Village Park, Empire, Michigan — where the water looks like it forgot it’s a lake and decided to cosplay the Caribbean instead. I love the mix of textures here: the wild dune grass, the weathered fence, the bright turquoise stretching out like it has no business being in the Midwest. It’s one of those places…