Wednesday, 6 October 2021
Today had a foggy morn, and I walked earlier than usual, so I got to see it change and spread and contract in different places than just from the cottage. Here’s a somewhat over-browsed pasture, with fog obscuring the distant treeline. Also, it was very quiet except for the odd crow.
A side benefit is that the spiderwebs sported glorious droplet-gem jewelry.
Tuesday, 5 October 2021
A quiet sunrise, with fog and horizon color graduation.
Quiet mid-morning on the lake; just wake-riffles from now-absent boat traffic.
And a quiet afternoon, with a senescent maple sculpture soaking in the sun.
Monday, 4 October 2021
I played the weather odds and walked in the morning, thinking the afternoon would have precip, as my app showed and as happened the last two days. I assumed this color on the Uncle Dave Maple I saw on my return would be the best of the day.
Wrong I was. So, with the advent of MrSun, I went out to capture a few barberry shots.
And was touched by this Sympetrum spp., a skimmer dragonfly as I understand it, also called a meadowhawk. Insect taxonomy requires extensive study of minutia that’s far beyond my knowledge base.
Sunday, 3 October 2021
I’ve been keeping an eye on this project. At first, I just saw guys and heard sawing. Then, poof, walls and siding, but no roof. I thought it was a camp cabin, but now I think it’s a garage. There’s already a structure in the woods behind it, but it doesn’t look cabin-y either. Outside the frame to the right is another garage, pretty large. So: all garages, no domiciles? I await developments….
Saturday, 2 October 2021
There’s no mincing words, today was all overcast and mostly rainy. I thought there was a break in the precip and headed out on foot just before mid-day, enjoying the yellows and oranges in the maple leaves along the road.
By my return, however, the rain closed in, soft and relatively warm, and without lightning, so fine for a return to shelter, and the opportunity for dry clothing.
Can you tell it’s raining? View from back door. Playhouse and I swear the clothes line poles are actually more upright than that.
Friday, 1 October 2021
The fog lasted and lasted this morning, although it just looks odd in this photo of the ghost elm.
Speaking of odd, a rough-skinned heirloom squash.
Another local sign. A now truncated parking area…gravel, so unorganized.
Thursday, 30 September 2021
Among the many necessary chores and activities around here is going to the laundromat (aka dro). That was today’s big chore. This was the welcoming sign on both doors of the dro. Small-town humor.
Since The Guru reinstalled the clothesline (posthole digger work to get a replacement post erected), we used MaNachur for the drying cycle. Aided by strategic removal of items still damp in late afternoon to the toasty sun porch…toasty until the temps drop, and headed down to reflect an overnight low of approximately 52°F. Still, they’ll be dry dry dry by morn.
We got our late afternoon sandhill crane flyover, for something like the fifth day in a row, that I’ve noticed. Magnificent. And a bit raucous in a pleasant way.
Wednesday, 29 September 2021
I enjoy the view of “our” lake from the bluff, looking down into the water by the shore and across a wide liquid expanse to the far shore. Today the lake was quiet all day, almost no waves—quite unusual.
Even when dusk was arriving….
Tuesday, 28 September 2021
Such a pleasure to take a walk in the woods. No blacktop. No zooming vehicles. Just a chipmunk cacophony on the forest floor, and wind susuration overhead.
Quite a festival of fungi on rotting logs and here and there on the…forest floor. The tiny, bright orange spheres were my faves; alas, no photos.
We had what I think of as two options leaving the trail head. We could go the Mosquito way, or we could pick the Chapel route. You can also mix it up, I guess. We selected the Chapel circuit.
Here: Chapel Beach.
Chapel Rock (with the tree growing out of it and the hole; this is only the pinnacle-crown).
The top of Chapel Falls, with the water disappearing down, down, down. I think it’s north-flowing enough that it’s almost always in shadow.
And Chapel Lake. With touches of fall color.
Monday, 27 September 2021
This angle is just east of north, and I sure didn’t expect to see dawn pinks that direction. Had to put my rubber boots on and mosey out to capture it. With clothes line and posts.
We spent most of the afternoon at an extended social “hour” enjoying sun and shadow alternately on the neighbors’ deck and near-constant laughing and stories. Attendees were the same as at last night’s dinner.
A guest looked over the end of the deck in the autumn-fading ferns, and spotted this beast. It looks rather like a strange and distorted morel, however it is too white and the top is separate from the stem, and the stem is holey. It is a kind of stinkhorn. Ten minutes after picking this was abundantly evident. Even flies zoomed in. And the specimen was summarily delivered to the compost pile.