Pinhole: Acme Creek, photo by Matt Callow.

The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. His mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything.

That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.

One of my favorite stories of any kind is Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, and I have to say that I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s movie adaptation.

Thinking about the story and about being a kid in Michigan seeking out those places where the wild things are – and about being a person who never managed to grow all the way up who still seeks them out – made me wonder where YOU most feel the wild things are.

Post thoughts and links in the comments and let the wild rumpus start!

Be sure to check out the other photos in Matt’s Pinhole set (or the slideshow to see it bigger!) … and if you haven’t checked out Matt’s work, here’s Matt on Michigan in Pictures (our Photographer profile of Matt is a great place to start) and mattcallow.com!