
The unbelievable grayness of the end of a Michigan winter continues. I like it when it snows. Or the day after it snows when it is invariably sunny. But on those day(s) leading up to the snow? It's just this hanging, heavy, gray, constipated sky.
The project: the ordinary as remarkable; the everyday as art. The subject: Ann Arbor, Michigan.
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