Musings

We found the darkest purple lilacs I remember ever seeing, which we found on the Seul Choix lighthouse grounds.

There’s the light, with the keeper’s home to the left. [Apologies for the exaggerated keystoning.]

It’s on a point that projects out in the M of HOMES.

Contrast that with “our” lake. That’s a round rock (perhaps/probably rounded by humans, and thus an artifact) atop a binnacle. Because of this weighty binnacle that was on/near our beach, that word was part of the vocabulary of the kids who grew up in my generation on this property, and probably would not otherwise have been familiar with the term. Now, why there was a binnacle of this scale here, I do not know, because it’s way too large for a ship/boat on this lake, but not for one a HOMES lake.

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A fleur is a flower is a flor.

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Perhaps my last lupin shot of the year…I thought this ombre specimen unusual, with the almost purple low blooms graduating to light pink at the top.

Proof of exodus: The Bridge. Note heavy overcast, which I call smoke-AZ. AZ not as in Arizona, but a riff on, you guessed it, hazy. BTW, these were the first of several groups of motorcyclists we saw—Saturday outings, I’m guessing.

Here’s redecoration underway, a redo of the picnic tables and grills, it looks like, at a rest area.

We spotted this rigged pickup at another rest area. I do not think it’s set up for making street view photos for Google or similar. I think it’s for (video) camera work…but wildlife spotting, looking into a vehicle it’s leading or following, or, hmmm, generic influencer imagery, perhaps.

Enough. We’re trying to escape from Ohio.

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Last night was quiet, and with all the moisture after the rain, the situation was perfect for the sun to make ground fog. Lovely.

Before the sun got up very high, I took various tools and buckets and drove the car to the other end of the swamp to do some hogweed extraction from the ditch. I’m convinced this is where the ones in our field came from. I did a similar removal session several years back, but I hadn’t realized how big the survivors have gotten. I removed all that looked like they’d make seeds this year. Several were too embedded in roots to extract their roots, so the “crop” will continue. I’ll try to get after them again before summer’s end.

Our big excitement was this evening, when we attended a murder mystery dinner theater play. It’s the first time I ate next to a dead guy—Mr. Cooper his name was. We had a great good time, and I even guessed the killer, although not the whole back story and motivation.

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The rain overnight stopped by morning, leaving the lake three inches higher, the rain barrel full…

…and the orchard and field vegetation tipped over from the weight of the moisture. [BTW, this is the lupin cluster that a deer nipped the other day.]

We attended a hearing that began at 9am in a county courtroom, presided over by a judge who was over in Sault Ste. Marie (because, we heard, all the county’s judges owned land on our lake, or had loved ones who did, so had to recuse]. The topic was the county getting in compliance with state law about managing our lake levels. Most attendees were more concerned about the actual lake levels than the legal issues; many wanted the levels to be higher later in the fall to facilitate fishing by sportspeople using very large (IMHO, aka relatively deep draft) watercraft.

The upshot was: the county needs to get in compliance, which means the legal lake levels are the issue—and so the judge ruled (if I properly understood what happened).

By the end of the day, it was sunny and pleasant, but the air quality seemed reduced—distant views are somewhat obscured by moisture and/or smoke particles, or perhaps even the arrival of Saharan dust.

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Our neighborhood was a mecca today; it hosted Porchfest (music), with plenty of amps in use. This meant cars cruising for at least a three-mile radius looking for parking places in already choked streets–with the center of festing about two blocks from us.

We had to do an errand, so we got to “enjoy” all this congestion (cough cough). The 2.3 miles each way took almost an hour on a hot, muggy afternoon. Glad we had AC!

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We saw this sign when we were up north a few days back, and I just had to include it here. Danger lurks above in northern winters, ya’know.

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We saw the Looming Peach in SC, and definitely felt we were closing in on GA and home while miles were still ahead of us.

Coming into metro, we weathered a traffic jam, ho hum. We found our (OUR!) gardenias beginning to bloom, so: yay!

We missed an earthquake yesterday…hopefully, there aren’t more tremors coming. It’s 63°F and precipitating, so welcome home on the weather front, too.

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We went to an art show opening on the main floor of this building, a former overall factory. This is upstairs where the studios, teaching spaces, etc. are. This is one of the latter. The floors are all wood, and creak with such vigor they seem to be expressing something.

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How do you make your state capitol building, here a state house, look more impressive when it has only two stories: put it part way up a hill with a cascade of steps below the main entrance.

Complex tiling patterns in the entry of the public library, Randolph.

Dam and falls in Bethel; mill buildings are to the right.

Exposed interior structure, Howe Covered Bridge.

Orange County Court House, Chelsea.

Oddly, Chelsea has two commons separated by a rushing creek. I spotted this chicken on the bridge connecting the two commons, which of course provoked the question: why did the chicken cross the road? Data based on this chicken is null as it did not cross while I was watching.

We visited several covered bridges along this section of the White River, and this one, Moxley, had an actively used ford just below the bridge, while none of the others did. I figure it’s used by farmers and so on with large equipment.

Cilley Covered Bridge: although the bridge dates to 1883, these boards are from perhaps the last few months.

I’ll spare you any more covered bridge photos; how ’bout some ornamental, um, apples? Guessing…that’s way too dense a flowering pattern not to be an ornamental variety, and I think it’s apple, but I’m no botanist.

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