Over the weekend we took a quick vacation to Paradise… Michigan. It’s a tiny town on White Fish Bay in the Upper Peninsula. I’ve always thought the name was sort of a misnomer since it’s cold most of the year. But after visiting in the fall I think it’s rather fitting.
While we were visiting Northern California, I was struck by the street style I saw. Everyone looked effortlessly laid back and casual. It made me want to be draped in mountains of flannel and wool. Who know, maybe I’ll trade in my high-waisted skirts for some flared corduroys.
As my beard grows longer and the weather gets colder, I always start thinking more about lumberjacks. Around this time last year, I made a lumberjack painting. Here’s some far superior lumberjack art and also my own illustration at the bottom.