Monday, 15 July 2019
That freighter: Indiana Harbor. I assume it’s a real place. The strange-shaped vessel behind it is working on the disputed pipeline that crosses the straits. I think the white cone is part of the pipeline project.
Sparty. BMOC. You know which C.
Old Forestry building, now called Chittenden Hall. Mom’s office was on the second floor.
Irish nachos. Totally decadent. Happily shared with almost-birthday guy, DeeMickGee.
Monday, 8 July 2019
It’s no surprise that when we head off into the woods on dirt roads that we see a deer. This morning we saw five, all singles except a doe/fawn pair.
I think this is a rugosa rose. They were imported from Asia to stabilize dunes. This was flourishing with many rose-kin…surprise, on a sand dune.
We walked from the mouth of the Hurricane River to Au Sable Light Station. Easy. Flat. Nice. Closed Mon and Tues. (FYI.)
Several years ago there was a large, lingering forest fire that blackened this area. This route…hmm, a Google choice we should have not tried. Got stuck on that hill. Got out quickly with some sand removal and pushing by JCB. Yay! Returned the way we came in and tried the road we should have taken. And it became the road taken.
Yup. Crisp Point is not National land, and drone was permitted. Great shot, no? Interior closed for renovations. The lake is gorgeous, eh?
Friday, 5 July 2019
We trekked to Manistique and parked by the historic water tower and a cozy, small historic house that was the home of a friend of my grandmother’s.
Quelle surprise! Both were open! This is the view from the window at the stairs next to the small bedroom under the roof. I liked the pattern from the lace curtain very much; however, I don’t think it is “antique.”
Those two buildings are right next to the famous siphon bridge, which only did the siphon thing for about eight decades. The surface of the bridge was below the surface of the water (yes, it’s possible), and beneath the bridge the water was deeper, and this “sucked” the water beneath and past the bridge, and removed much of the pressure of the water level being higher than the deck of the bridge. If I understand correctly.
Despite the date on this plaque for construction of the siphon bridge, 1918, the centenary was celebrated this year. All other info we read indicated the bridge dates to 1919. These discrepancies happen with historical archival info.
Monday, 24 June 2019
Rumor around the neighborhood two decades ago (or so) was that Elton John owned this place. It’s not a McMansion so I could never believe he lived here, but maybe someone important to him did…. Anyway, just in advance of the rumor someone put a buncha $$$ into the property, including having this curving staircase built.
I’m going with morning glory and not bindweed, but the purple centers have me confused. Of course, they’re related, so? 🤷 And I’m no taxonomist, no? 🤷
Thursday, 20 June 2019
I rolled out trying to beat the heat…not possible, but earlier is less humid-dramatic. Car hood had proof that we got some precipitation overnight, but the street was mostly dry.
On up the hill and around the corner, the street between trees was damp, so variable rainfall. Homeowners had a one-car garage replaced with this two-“seater” (!). I fail to grasp the philosophy behind the lone sentinel landscaping. Anybody?
Okay, I gotta give you a Thursday flower—this delicate spike. What a color!
Sunday, 16 June 2019
Showing once again that regular plywood is not durable in outdoor situations.
Showing that oak leaves can get beat up by MaNaychur.
Wednesday, 12 June 2019
I set off on my walk, and soon was wondering what theme I’d come up with for my walk-pictures.
I thought fence/ivy…and then I found fence/azalea…yay! I thought…then I realized even at two, they had become boring already.
And…I found yellow door…and, aha, new direction to the pattern.
But, no other architectural details…only a shadow in the playground. Still not terribly rewarding.
So, finally, here’s a flower spike on, well, I know it as butterfly bush. Perhaps.
* Progression is not progress.
Sunday, 2 June 2019
You would not be the least bit surprised, I bet, to learn that the street that goes along under this railroad track is called Arches Street. Poetic or pragmatic?
Abandoned building—not a fine place to sleep any longer. Does this mean that in each room there was space for a bed, dresser, and a few hangers—and that’s it? Or does it mostly mean no cooking facilities? I’m mystified.
Note: not Colombia. I find it interesting that the facade was expanded in 1969 to include a street door to the far right. We zipped by and I couldn’t tell if this bank is still open; however, a bit of searching, and yes!
After all day on state highways and a few US routes, we finally popped onto the interstate maze, and followed this for a few minutes as we approached the northern metro area. Time for you to generate your own caption.
Saturday, 4 May 2019
No photo of the thermal-riding vultures, circling, circling (catchy title, however—heh). Instead: frost in the field.
Almost always a lane closed on the Big Bridge. Yay for infrastructure maintenance.
Rabbit wondering at roadside.
Sugar in towers. [Do you think of Ohio as a sugar producer? Nope? You aren’t alone, I’m certain. (Beets not cane (duh).)]
I hope you’ve enjoyed this exercise in prepositions. Overkill, in all likelihood….
Monday, 22 April 2019
Valley view. Alternatively: split-rail fence view.
Barn view.
Root view. Note high water draining away after that storm that ended two days ago here.
Long view. And smokey-like. And bluish.