**Part of my collection of poor pictures that have been stuck in my drafts for a year or more as a result of my uninspired period**
It’s always fun to wander around Old Salem, but it just seems to become the most exciting in the fall.
As the cool days just start to turn into icy cold nights, and the leaves have turned colors and are beginning to fall from the trees.
I find a way to love all of the seasons, but this one is always my favorite.
A frigid late November night in Detroit Michigan. We rode the People Mover
around and around, taking in the city sights as the sun set.
Hungry for food, we stepped off the train car at the Greektown exit and headed toward the faint glow of pink and blue.
Bright neon lights in the cold winter night, led us down the winding concrete stairs to the loud festive streets of Greektown.
The lights illuminated the walkway, some flickered and gave off a low hum of electricity. It felt a little like being in an alternate universe.
Another corner of Detroit, overflowing with character.
We sat in a Greek restaurant, devouring delicious food and reminiscing on the fun we had that day, wandering our homeland.