After Michigan’s miles marked with graves and Ohio’s highways hindered by cones, I landed some lodging in a lakeside town.
I almost didn't post today. As an act of resignation. Giving up on the post-a-day challenge without even lasting the month. But then my son asked me to help him with a heraldry assignment for Social Studies. I ended up digging through my old England shots again and found a few that I need to revisit, including the one above. Now I'm glad I took the time because the original never did justice to the moment. A moment of transition. My daughter's transition to a new time zone in a new country. My transition from planning to executing the dream vacation. The day's transition to night. Rain to fog. Still air to driving wind.