Musings

I saw this grey above and thought “lowering sky.” Where did I get that?…as in, that’s an uncommon adjective, no?

Elsewhere…I came across this definition: Fishing—precision guesswork based on unreliable data provided by those of questionable knowledge.—observation by character Henry Standing Bear in “Land of Wolves” (2019) by Craig Johnson.

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I thought about nature’s dynamism today. It was breezy all day, cloudy-sunny, and waves rolled in early (unusually—it’s more common that the water’s quiet in the morning).

I also managed to capture some of the detail of the light–dark pattern of the surface (or so it appears) of the moon.

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You are looking at the trunks of white birch trees, surrounded by the green of lilac bushes. It’s quite a large patch of lilacs, but the ones only a few meters north of these have dried leaves…so they leafed out this year, and then suffered trauma, probably lack of water. I’ve never seen the lilacs shrivel like that. Anyway, here are the pretty, surviving, flourishing lilacs.

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This view is north-northeast, but it sometimes evinces sunset color. Note the high, thin, cloud layer. So aesthetic.

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Look at the moon and stars on high! Apologies for the camera blowing out the moon’s margins. Maybe you can’t see them, but there are wee star-light-dots around the moon here….

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Do I notice the botanical detritus that accumulates in the gutters more because I grew up with snow drift-ettes that recurred in those locations?

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Our fawn visitors came by twice, with totally crepuscular timing: 6:30am and 6:30pm. This was the morning visit.

It seems like a quarter of the garage at the neighbors’ is for storing shoes. 🤣

I took a late-day walk and the light angle lined up with the creek that leads from the road into the swamp/lake.

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We drove and drove, and then we saw this milestone. All lanes were open, so we sailed along, then paid the $4 it takes to drive into the Upper Peninsula. The lakes looked glorious and sparkled. En route, we saw geese, a brood of turkeys, a deer, crows and flickers. At the cottage, I can tell a woodchuck’s been visiting our yard (rrr; they are voracious eaters).

Floral complexity continues to abound in the North Country.

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You can’t tell it’s the moon even, I suspect, but I’m sure it’s clearly waxing gibbous if you didn’t have the screen of vegetation and you’d been tracking the moon-change.

BTW, my dictionary indicates that gibbous is etymologically in a roundabout way from the Latin gibbus meaning ‘hump.’

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I thought about a light in darkness theme, but it’s too darned depressing. Instead, I propose leaf-light mosaic. Simplistic, perhaps, but a bit vivifying.

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