Yesterday, as is my wont from time to time, I drove out to one of my favorite small, nearby towns. With the price of gas what it is these days, Portland lies on the outer fringe of my comfort zone. It”s a pleasant place to visit, albeit sparingly. I love to go there, park my car by the linear park, and practice my saxophone by the riverside, letting the sound bounce off the buildings on the far bank.\r\n\r\nOn this occasion, storms had been working their way across Michigan. Most of them had passed on to the east, but one low-topped straggler snuck up behind me, pushing up into the crisp blue sky and spreading a small but beautiful anvil downwind. Photographs were required. No need to write many words when image and color can tell the story much better.\r\n\r\n
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