Musings

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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Fogginess, obscuring sunrise.

Quiet lake riffle, with yesterday’s sand-scalloping gone.

Lake view.

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I stepped out, headed for the beach, and saw this five steps away from the door. Wha? This dig-up is a new pattern, not quite chipmunk. [Much later in the day I saw a black squirrel, not seen in these parts for decades due to diligent hunting by our neighbor Hunter-Gatherer, who recently passed on…hence: population rebound. I suspect a black squirrel is the digger.]

Here are our current main crops, other than weeds haha. That’s a new rhubarb bed in the left foreground (sporting first-year growth), and a stately apple tree with many drops on the right-center. Spring and fall crops….

Down on the beach, I spotted this scalloped appearance from the wave pattern and the sorting of the different sized sand grains. I think I’ve seen it a few times before, but it’s rare.

Later…. The water barrel is full from rains in the days before we arrived, although we did have a few sprinkles late today. I thought I’d make a clever image with the reflections and the feather off on the left margin both in focus. I forgot it wasn’t possible haha. Anyway, the feather is proof that the barrel is a part-time birdbath.

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So, I stepped out onto the balcony late this morning to do a goat-check, even though they’re ranging where I can’t see them (this is a good thing with regard to their goal of vegetation clearing). I indeed couldn’t spot them, but I got to hear a light rain begin. That’s rather a magical moment, when it goes from not raining to raining.

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The temp and humidity were so lovely this morning we left the “kids” and walked in the park—nice sky, with a sheen of algae.

We even saw the great blue heron, here hunched on the platform for the inoperative oxygenation fountain.

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