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Friday, December 31, 2010
Blue Moon to Gray Day
Last year on New Year's Eve we had this, in stark and beautiful contrast to today's gloomy fog. Or I could look at the picture above and see mystery and a dreary kind of majesty in the fog-cloaked Lake. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Early Icing
I can't believe we have visible ice already!
I went back to the last two years' December pics, and there's no visible ice. There was a film of ice in the morning that burned off later in the day on one post. But that was it. How can we have late leaves and early ice about a month apart? (This was taken at 1:30pm, btw. Plenty of time for the sun to burn it off, if it weren't so cold.)
I went back to the last two years' December pics, and there's no visible ice. There was a film of ice in the morning that burned off later in the day on one post. But that was it. How can we have late leaves and early ice about a month apart? (This was taken at 1:30pm, btw. Plenty of time for the sun to burn it off, if it weren't so cold.)
Another Rosy View
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
400!
Sheen
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
First Clinging Snow
Bank On It
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Pfrom the Pfister
Here 9 Days ago, gone tomorrow
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Hanging On
Scattered light
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
35 Years Today.
The Wreck of the Edmund
Fitzgerald
by Gordon Lightfoot
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel
firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of
sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish
Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have
capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
© 1976 Moose Music, Inc.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Luckiest People in the World
Not only do we get to live next to this incredible natural wonder.
We get to vote...
...next to it. Thanks to TPM for posting this photo.
We get to vote...
...next to it. Thanks to TPM for posting this photo.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Livestreaming
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Shore Isn't Scary
This reminds me of the opening scene in the Sound of Music, except with a giant Lake crashing against big rocks instead of "a brook that trips and falls over stones on its way." Really, it's only the birch tree that reminds me of anything. Well, and the water.
Busy waves today.
The harbor-marker lighthouse was braving the waves. Couldn't get a good shot of the breaking waves, you'll have to take my word that they were big out there.
Oh, and the title? It's late, it's Halloween, it was the best I could do.
Busy waves today.
The harbor-marker lighthouse was braving the waves. Couldn't get a good shot of the breaking waves, you'll have to take my word that they were big out there.
Oh, and the title? It's late, it's Halloween, it was the best I could do.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Crazy Beautiful
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Red Sentinels
Took the long way to work this morning and was struck by these two vibrant reds.
And greens. I like that seagull who volunteered to be in the picture.
And greens. I like that seagull who volunteered to be in the picture.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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