29 Mile Road, Albion MI

August 23, 2019

H Drive S, Albion MI

August 23, 2019

Van Wert Road, Albion MI

August 23, 2019

Scofield Road, Leslie MI

August 19, 2019

Kinneville Road, Leslie MI

August 19, 2019

Calhoun Road, Albion MI

August 11, 2019

Lime Lake, Spring Arbor MI

August 02, 2019

Concord Road, Jonesville MI

August 02, 2019

Hastings Lake Road, Jonesville MI

August 02, 2019

Vicary Road, Cement City MI

July 25, 2019

Killarney Lake, Springville Hwy, Onsted MI

July 25, 2019

Hyde Road, Clark Lake MI

July 25, 2019

Easudes Road, Grass Lake MI

July 20, 2019

Strait Road, Jonesville MI

July 13, 2019

Nash Car | Hastings Lake Road, Jonesville MI

July 13, 2019

Hull Road, Leslie MI

July 01, 2019

Plains Road, Leslie MI

July 01, 2019

Ingalls Road, Leslie MI

July 01, 2019

Eden Road, Leslie MI

July 01, 2019

Hull Road, Leslie MI

July 01, 2019

Motorcycle Mornings

Early to bed, early to ride!

A continuing series of early morning roadside photographs taken from the saddle of a 1976 R90/6 BMW motorcycle.

Beginning in 2018, one morning each week, from dawn until just after sunrise, Memorial Day weekend to Labor Day weekend. Rural landscape photographs of and around Jackson County MI. All photos were shot using a Canon prime 35mm lens.

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Drifting into the heavy chill of a dark and tranquil rural morning, unattached and uncertain, the clarity of solitude breeds intense focus. The hum and faint tappet ticking of the old boxer engine and hissing of wind become white noise. I breathe in everything - grass, gravel, corn, manure, a smoldering fire. Free to follow any road I choose, I glide beside lakes and ponds, between pines and oaks and maples. I sluggishly ramble over gravel lanes, and push cautiously through advection fog. Temperature and moisture — ever changing. Opossum and deer, coons and rabbits, scamper and leap from the tall roadside brush, fueling my disquietude. My eyes, hands, and feet work in harmony: scanning, shifting, braking, accelerating - and always anticipating. With my canon around me like a bandolier, I hope for a setting that beckons me to the shoulder to be framed and captured forevermore with a click of a shutter.

As civil dawn shifts into sunrise, any lingering trepidation surrenders to pure exhilaration. A zen-like state settles on my shoulders, and both mind and body slip into a new morning, immersed in it, in total harmony.