Tuesday, 28 October 2025
Call me Madam Pincushion. Yesterday, I got a flu shot. Today, I got two more: Covid and RSV.
Truth: I skipped the pneumonia shot…I’ll talk to the Doc first.
What else to do on rainy days in the autumn?
Saturday, 25 October 2025
Sometimes I feel like dust stalks me. Also, I just read there’s something called fugitive dust. This, on the other hand, is right out in plain sight.
Friday, 24 October 2025
I love early voting.
I’ve decided that the only conclusive data about what will be on the ballot you face is to look on the gov’t website. None of the news sites seem to have it remotely correct.
Tuesday, 21 October 2025
I’mma doin’ fine…yet, thoughts of lakeside moments invaded my mind’s eye. Okay, lemme accept being down here in the Deep South where we’re in a drought.
Monday, 20 October 2025
My body clock is utterly confused by the daylength…still trying to adjust after our migration to the south.
BTW, that’s a very early morning night sky that the camera makes look like strange daytime.
Friday, 10 October 2025
Lotsa chores, but I made it to the beach in the early-mid afternoon…
…just as the sun was starting to chase the clouds away.
View south from the grove. You can’t see the lake from this angle, but it’s tucked in there.
Proof we got off the property: this is looking across the inner arc of the East Arm of Grand Traverse Bay.
Saturday, 4 October 2025
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.
Monday, 29 September 2025
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.
Sunday, 28 September 2025
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.
