SNOW DAY!

I hope everyone had as much fun as I did yesterday in the snow!

Tchunlo, MI

Tchunlo is a town like many in Michigan that will never fully recover after its collapse. Unlike most, however, it wasn’t just an economical downfall; it was also a plant meltdown.

Growth has come to a halt and although it’s winter the sky carries an odd hue. It hasn’t sat dormant long enough to resemble a post apocalyptic landscape and its former life is apparent. A worn basketball court. An empty park.

Due to contamination it’s unfit for anybody to spend extended time there. What’s interesting is the one population that’s not only remained, but grown: crows.

Scientists haven’t had sufficient time for their studies to show significant results, but the current plan involves a year of monitoring. In the meantime this town is yet another reminder of our impact on nature and how delicate life is.

Value has Three Legs.

At the grocery store the cost of peanut butter has gone up and so has orange juice. Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Cream Pies haven’t gotten more expensive, but they’re smaller. What’s not only held its price but upped its value?

Tripods.

I give you snowy night time photography.

Father Photography.

As mentioned in yesterday’s post, my father enjoys photographing wooded wintry scenes. Below are a few he’s taken in the recent past. My father has been photographing since the 60’s. For a period he even developed film and printed images in a darkroom built in the basement of the house I grew up in. It’s safe to say that his style, eye and passion for photography have positively influenced my life.

-N-