To me, there is no greater sanctuary than a museum. It’s the only place where you can walk through a door and watch the present day simply melt away. Stepping through those glass doors in Lansing, I felt that familiar, delicious energy of history settling in.
The atrium reaches upward toward a massive, iconic tree sculpture that anchors the space, while galleries spiral out like chapters of a book you never want to put down. I initially planned for a quick “in and out” visit, but the place is a generous maze of immersive time travel.
I found myself wandering through life-sized copper mines, peering into vintage classrooms, and standing in the shadow of the massive assembly lines that taught the world how to move…