Saturday, 26 November 2016
First, I thought, oh this geometric light-dark is…dramatic.
Then, I thought: new life. And the burgeoning bulbs took center stage in my mental universe. Go flowers! [Too early for bulb-growth…just too darned early—it’s DEcember.]
Then, I thought: the easy and wise choice is to go with the leftovers-that-don’t-look-like-leftovers. This is not tetrazzini…
The choice is yours…I give you all the options.
Thursday, 10 November 2016
I learned a new concept today: quietism. I got it from my personal demigod Paul Krugman. Without the label (and the overtones and philosophical thrust given in the WikiPee definition), I have been practicing (a version of) it. News-radio/TV silence. Contemplative time spent with fiction.
Also, gentle hamstring stretches. The latter are part of my program to not go through the knee thing again. I won’t know how things are going to shake down until maybe January, when the cortisone shot is due to wear off. In the meantime, I’m stretching parts of my legs, and strengthening others. I am guided by my lovely, talented neighbor, trained in the Feldenkrais method, massage, and traditional physical therapy, and with years of experience.
Meanwhile, we’re getting caught up on “Survivor” (the TV series—a reality show that can be conceived of as a version of fiction).
Saturday, 29 October 2016
Solar lights rock.
And…black and yellow flamingos…are not traditional.
Saturday, 22 October 2016
This is the second story of what’s essentially a strip mall. I don’t know what’s behind the curtains because there are no signs or words on the windows, and the curtains are never open.
This is just a pattern. Mesmerizing almost as much as a flickering fire.
Sunday, 9 October 2016
Tonight we dined on fresh applesauce, delivered still warm by chef Cousin M.
While she was here, we chatted for a bit on the front porch, nicely sun-warmed to the low 70s after a low this morning in the upper 30s (brr). I thought at first there had been no frost, but I did spot some on the roofs—but the field seemed untouched.
Saturday, 8 October 2016
We ventured over to the wildlife refuge to check on critters and color.
I got distracted by a tree skeleton…
…and a stump skeleton…
…as the bird count was low, and most we saw were far away. We did see a loon (near the loon overlook, of all places), a very few Canada geese and mallards, a wood duck, and this family of swans. The mostly-grown goslings cygnets, to the left, still have slightly brownish-grey feathers; I do not know when they become white.
Friday, 7 October 2016
Much of today became about images to me. Our day dawned without dawn, just a lightening that followed rain in darkness. That’s Lake Superior, our witness throughout most of today’s adventures.
This is today’s most image-y image. That’s my patella, upper right, and I am told I have loose knees. One has been ailing, got a shot, and I think at least temporary recovery is in sight.
Recently, I got my book club to read “Anatomy of a Murder” and see the movie. This is the tavern were the movie scenes were shot. It was a wing built onto the hotel for the shooting of the movie in 1959. The book is based on a real murder that happened in this town.
The stuffed peacock upper right is a nod to the present owners, the Peacock family. No peacock was on the menu.
You can stay at this lighthouse B&B. Prepare for a windy time.
The sun was out (briefly) as we toured by this stunning maple.
Then we found what we called mushroom beach. Mushrooms peppered the forest floor under the (planted pines) and we even found them among the (planted) beach grasses.
This is an active ore dock just north of Marquette proper, and quiet today. Last time we visited, there was an ore carrier docked but no loading happening.
We had a most excellent meal. The cheesecake with marinated cherries did not last….
And, then, appropriately in our rearview mirror, sunset….
Sunday, 11 September 2016
Somehow these delicate funnels evoke ear trumpets to me. Not that I’ve seen many ear trumpets.
“Dust bunnies” refers to the cleaning sprint we did. Where does the bunny-material come from? The AC filter? I’m mystified.
Tuesday, 23 August 2016
I had some idea for pairing these two photos, but whatever it was escapes me now. I liked this light on a pewter(ish) blue terry bath towel, but it looks…strange here. And grey not blue.
All the color in this stained glass is in the glass; none is painted on. Somehow, this image is less interesting than I thought it’d be, too.
There’s always tomorrow!
Wednesday, 27 July 2016
I was in a mood the other day, and ordered two sets of cloth dinner napkins for everyday use. This is a block print (I think) from India. Brilliant colors. Maybe it’ll distract diners from a ho-hum meal?
This isn’t exactly B&W; close, though. Light in the shower.