Super-socializin’ Sunday
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Did I mention that the ice on the Brasstown trees yesterday was…otherworldly?
Musings
Strolling in the golden hour
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Bring on Mad Men….
There’s little chance that the family who commissioned this monument to be placed in Oakland Cemetery ever thought that popular culture would highlight their surname. Of course, that would be predicting the future….
Pick a color, any color
Friday, 14 October 2011
When, in your day’s wanderings you encounter a rainbow, and your camera’s at hand, that’s pretty much the picture of the day.
FYI, this is not a metric rainbow….
Gold and green, plus
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Most of the trees we saw today were green and gold, with a minority bronze and red. Then we burst out of the rolling, heavily glaciated terrain, finally reaching the flats of southern and southeastern Ontario. I saw a few fields that had been newly cleared, with large brush piles, and lots of in-use farmland (as above). From there we pushed on to the Argenteuil region, and, it turns out, through it.
I am convinced that whatever color the leaves/needles we saw, they were attached to metric trees.
West-ouest, but we’re eastbound
Monday, 10 October 2011
We lost the brilliant skies in early afternoon as a cloud layer came in and cut the visual edge. Maybe, here, though, it’s partly the ecological destruction that Sudbury has been through.
BTW, Happy Thanksgiving!
Maple colors across the woods road
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Today was a chores day, so I give you a picture from yesterday, of perfect almost-windrows of fresh-fallen leaves. More GORE-geous.
GORE-geous day
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Bright, sunny fall days are show-stoppers.
Today at noon we found Grand Marais sunny, breezy and 75°F. And we found a terrific spot on the bay to eat our cheese sandwiches.
Later, we helped out in the big apple squeezing adventure, where we pressed maybe 15 gallons—and stashed more apples for a later repeat undertaking. But not with me/us.
Great day!
Fire quandary
Thursday, 6 October 2011
The temp this morning was a teense cool but not truly cold, putting me in a quandary: to light the stove or not (there being no other heat, other than the oven, and I would have had to create something to bake). Part of the equation is the temperature (and the temps the day will bring), part is your anticipated activity. Let’s face it: another part is momentum (or its opposite partner, laziness).
I decided on a fire, and laughed as all the hustle-bustle of heading out to the wood pile, snapping kindling, marshaling newspaper, and constructing the multimedia pile in the firebox, of course warmed me up so that a fire seemed unnecessary.
I laughed.
Fifteen minutes later I was reading the latest New Yorker on Téo (the iPad) and sipping coffee (really cafe latte), and glad in my sedentariness that I had fired up the stove. I swapped out Téo for my other downstairs reading (still need to get this week’s issue of The Newberry News), Barfield’s Afghanistan: A Cultural and Political History…a true mix of wake-up reading…. Between paragraphs, I looked out the window. Early on, the color in the nearby maple leaves looked almost lit from the inside before the sun was over the trees; later, the sunlight was lush and lovely.
The fire had been the right choice.
Oh, and, RIP Steve Jobs.
Visual/audio conjunction
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
To me, the beach looks vastly different when the dock is out. The best thing about this morning’s trek to the beach, though, was hearing the loon call as I snapped the shutter.
Minor cheats seem rational sometimes
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
I’m cheating a bit; this photo is from yesterday’s sunset—over Lake Michigan. Tonight’s was nearly as dramatic, but we weren’t at Lake Michigan, and the angle on the best sky-color wasn’t as good, so I’m nudging yesterday’s photo forward to, perhaps, overdramatize today’s reality.
Sometimes that seems like a super-rational thing to do.