Jackson Alexander
Hooliganry
As I was slamming our 99' Saab down an access road while we were uncertain how far ahead we had gotten from the train, I was in my happy place. Surrounded by large flashes of yellow among the pines, a little soggy from the weather, and far away from responsibility. I took this shot of the trestle at Heron Bay over the Pic River standing on the trunk lid of the venerable Saab 9-3 after having backed it up as far as I was able to confidently and was glad to not be called in for my actions. Instead I received a smile and a wave, and went back to bumpin' and bangin' the yellow convertible back down the road to chase further west. You'll never experience a fall like one along the North Shore of Superior.
Hooliganry
As I was slamming our 99' Saab down an access road while we were uncertain how far ahead we had gotten from the train, I was in my happy place. Surrounded by large flashes of yellow among the pines, a little soggy from the weather, and far away from responsibility. I took this shot of the trestle at Heron Bay over the Pic River standing on the trunk lid of the venerable Saab 9-3 after having backed it up as far as I was able to confidently and was glad to not be called in for my actions. Instead I received a smile and a wave, and went back to bumpin' and bangin' the yellow convertible back down the road to chase further west. You'll never experience a fall like one along the North Shore of Superior.