Musings

It’s simple

Should you wish to drive from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to Florida, here are general directions. First, cross the Big Bridge. Poufy clouds today….

Then, head south. You’re looking for a sign that reads: State Line…however many miles. Good. Go through Okolona; this is the top of the silos of the huge grain elevators. Okolona is surrounded by maize and soybean fields, with a few patches of woodland, so they can keep a mill very busy during harvest season. Now, head south and look for the Maumee River; it’s substantial, so you won’t miss it. Presto: Florida is where the bridge is. Really.

Variations in conditions

I was rather struck by the delicate shade of these blooms. It took my mind off how hot and humid it was today. I’m going with climate change. Also (in a run-on style), we’ve heard reports of Michigan having a bumper crop of apples this year; not here, we have only a very few apples that set. In contrast, last year we had a bumper crop here.

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We had another of those fabulous mornings of ground fog paired with a colorful dawn sky…great while sipping fresh, hot coffee.

So right

Lowering sky

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.

Seeing power

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.

Foggy morn

The fog layer makes the lake look endless.

In the field, the fog obscures the midground.

I have not noticed the ground fog this dense all summer.

Location location location

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.

Marching legs

While I was bathing/hair-washing, I spotted a lovely effect of the wiggly reflections of the aluminum deck supports parading from me to the beach. This doesn’t capture it at all, but I only took this one shot, and I’m using it.

Looking…

Listening to AOC and “wading” into the future….

Dusky landscape, sky

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