On the western end of the U.P., they greet folks crossing the border with a cylindrical sample.

About anywhere in the U.P., you’re likely to come across farmsteads built years ago.

Seasonal residents UP North here, these large birds migrate south for the winter.

Exploring the fall forests, fields and bogs bring a few strange looking, living objects.

A picture of the quickly fading colors here in the U.P. includes a bonus in the frame.

The seasons making their subtle change from colorful to monochromatic.

US-2 near Iron Mountain back in 1940.  A bit of the road slipped into the Chapin Mine pit.