I’m not one for winter driving, and I can easily get housebound during the snowy season. Picture-taking also feeds my soul, so I push myself to get out once or twice a week. Luckily, I live on the southwest end of Traverse City, only a couple of miles from farms, snowy meadows, wetlands, and critters. Yesterday afternoon, I headed out in the eleven-degree heatwave to see what wintry scenes would catch my eye. I saw many, but it was the tattered stars-and-stripes that grabbed my heart the most, a symbol of just how broken America has become.
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