Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Setting Sun

 This was taken at 4:10pm (roughly).
 This, too, shifted a bit left to get the contrails.
This was 15 minutes later, deeper, pinker, and oranger.

NOT a Lake

I was about 3 miles west of Lake Michigan when this sky, with its unrelenting color and pattern, forced me to pull over and take a photo. The silhouette of the barn, tree, phone wires, and smoke from the nearby powerplant just added to the show. So there's no lake, nay, not even any water. Sorry.

Light! Camera! Action!

A lame title, but a new one! I love that splash of light out there on the horizon.  The waves had died down some by afternoon, but it was still a good show.

Crash! Spash!

 I wasn't able to capture and image of the tallest waves striking the lighthouses.
You can get a sense here of how much spray there was.  It's hazy because my lens was covered by a film of fine mist from standing out in that wind.


Those clouds are loaded with rain, or so it seems.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Swimming Off The Point

This absolutely lovely story about radio host Maria Hinojosa taking her kids to swim in Lake Michigan off Chicago's Promontory Point is a must listen for all the fellow Lake Lovers out there. I knew a lot of Point Swimmers when I lived in Chicago, though I was never one of them. They are a hearty/hardy bunch.

Note the Boat

 This sky is pretty impressive.
But note that there is a boat out there on the horizon, too.


Friday, November 11, 2011

Thursday, November 10, 2011

T'was the witch of November come stealin'

36 Years Ago Today. Informative links at this earlier post.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
By Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called '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 twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and crew 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 good 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 ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
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 rooms 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 till it rang twenty-nine 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 said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!


Horizon Stripe


That looks like a window to serenity.



 These pictures look upside down to me.


Dull Day in November

Halloween Clouds