On Thursday night, Patty and I drove up to Glen Arbor after the printmaking class was finished, where some friends of ours were reading at the independent bookstore shown in the above (bad) cellphone photo. We did a joint residency at the arts association in Glen Arbor in 2003, and we love coming back to visit this place. It's like a little Canadian arts village plonked down in northern Michigan. Actually, even by the high standards of this region, Glen Arbor is surrounded by outstandingly beautiful landscape: Lake Michigan on two sides, two large lakes behind it, fir and spruce woods harbouring cedar cabins, and lots of little galleries, coffee shops, outdoors-y outfitters, and wildlife. The reading took place in the open air next to the bookstore, and a decent crowd of 40 people turned up to sit on plastic chairs in a semi-circle to listen to four authors give short readings from their work, while the mosquitoes wafted lazily around their heads, and the sun gradually set behind the tall stand of trees towering over the readers' table.
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