Musings

When I visited the beach this morning, it was after, I’m guessing, at least a day of windiness…that is, most of yesterday and overnight…hence the floral detritus the waves are depositing on the sand.

When I went around the point, I could see that the last of the neighbor-docks is now in for the winter….

This evening, I went out for a moon-shot…in the sense of this is the moon, although it looks like funky daylight.

The windiness continues, and is expected all night and into the morning, and I think for another day or more.

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I went down for the (just after) sunrise, and, whoohoo, it’s a new world—the dock is stashed for the winter…which is unarguable evidence that we are well into autumn.

Yup. Further evidence on the barberries (foreground), and maples (background, right). Time for different angles…

Okay. Here’s a something-new photo angle (for me).

This, it may be argued, however, is the same old view-from-the-west-with-the-sun of the Uncle Dave Maple.. Dunno. I’d argue it’s new every year. Even though it’s the same tree and viewpoint.

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With the sun already up, I chose the long view, from way down the beach, past the dock.

I spotted this white thing in the wrack line, and on first view thought: is that a funny earbud?

Nope. Some type of white root with nodules. With a large rusty nail.

Meanwhile, the maples are changing slowly and unevenly. As usual.

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Today, I observed the almost-sunrise from the cottage—through the trees. I thought the cloud-sky art exceptional.

Later, I walked to the beach, and en route collected a fallen leaf for a toe-cap.

Still, it was early enough that my shadow was long and the shore well-lit from a low angle, here looking back from the point.

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I caught the gorgeous sky-colors that preceded the actual sunrise…just stunning, with a lovely audio touch from the wavelet susurrations.

Later, I wandered the woods and found these exceptional specimens of shelf fungus (which, as a child, I heard as shell fungus, thinking I suspect of the shells like on the gas signs, which roughly match the shape, but I’ve mentioned this before—lemme run-on a tad…).

I find this very-large-rock-for-the-location, which is in The Grove on the highest part of the property, a splendid anomaly. My eye is always drawn to that thin stripe of grass below the lowest branches, a situation created by deer browsing, I assume through the winter hungries.

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I did manage to capture a few shots (okay, ten) of the sun freshly risen, and nicely orange-y.

We took a quick afternoon trip to the Real Big Lake, the one to the north. Here’s the breakwatered entry to Grand Marais’s harbor.

We then made our standard pilgrimage to the mouth of Hurricane Creek. This is the nearby beach with some shoreline breakers and boulders tumbled by glaciers some _decades_ ago. 🤣

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I have no talent for naming…for blog entry titles, and for photos.

The first one got “web dawn,” and this one: “deer ballet.”

This one is beyond mediochre: “apple ripening.”

See: a stupendous lack of naming talent.

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Ah, the sun rose above the treeline and warm light flooded into the cottage. The lens is making the art look ill-hung.

Yesterday’s goose tracks were mostly obliterated, replaced at one end of the beach by a profusion of these tracks…raccoons? otters? Dunno.

Down on the point, I looked between the trees at ducks (visible through far right gap) I scared from the beach, who went toward the sun.

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My oh my, was the sun lovely this morning.

I was glad there was enough wind to make the water lap onto the beach, as a squadron of Canada geese spent the night there, and the lapping was cleansing, whew.

The sun also highlighted the bits of color appearing in the grove. Yup. Autumn is stalking us.

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The sun’s up. This is 9:03am…the view past the point. Changes in latitude….

Rotate 180°, and walk a bit: here’s the view with the sun.

What’s remarkable in this pair of photos, compared to our last visit, is the lack of haze from the smoke. No smokiness whatsoever. Yay!

The barberries are so colorful for autumn. It’s not just leaves.

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