Babs Young writes: It’s not been a great winter for snow, but Lake Michigan is spectacular with its snow mountains and water pools here and there. It’s hard not to take a nice photograph.
I confess I am a grumpy bear myself – it was a beautiful day and I spent all of it indoors working away at things that are not rewarding. Ah well. Tomorrow is a new day. A Monday, but waste not want not. We are going to wash our clothes, wash our clothes – we are planning mischief.
Torch Lake Views 
Heather
February 27, 2012
She’s right about the photogenic nature of things lately! I took a similar shot myself today at Barnes Park.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
Nothing quite like a sunny winter day, is there.
Heather
February 27, 2012
It almost felt warm when we stopped by Sayler Park, especially compared to the raging wind that attacked us at the Day Park…
kiwidutch
February 27, 2012
Wow, that a stunning photo…
I’m amazed that the snow can build up so high, it doesn’t look at first glance like a lake at all and then you see the curve of the shore and realise it is.
Amazing! I’ve never seen a photo of a lake looking like this before, Thanks!
Gerry
February 27, 2012
Well, there are very nice lakes and there are Great Lakes. Heh heh.
lynnekovan
February 27, 2012
Lovely photo. As long as there are more days out than days in, all will be well.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
I have planned a very good combination for this week. Should have done some of the out yesterday. Right now the wind is howling and it is . . . unprepossessing out there. (I read too many British mystery novels when I was an adolescent.)
Joss
February 27, 2012
I guess I’ve never been to the coast of either the sea or a large lake in the snow. It looks really weird. I suppose we stay at home in the depths of winter, more than I’d realised.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
It really is worth getting out in it, especially when the sun shines on the snow. I wish you were within absconding distance. I’d pile the Duo in the back seat and we’d hare off to your house and abscond with you. We would take a nice walk on the shore of Grand Traverse Bay and then we would go out for cocoa, as is proper. You would love it. So would we.
Joss
March 4, 2012
That all sounds just my cup of tea – cocoa. It’s a lovely dream.
Margie
February 27, 2012
Grumpy? Up here in paradise? The old saying, “Take a HIKE!” is a cure-all, especially if you take your hike down by the lake. Works for me, anyway. I grew up in Iowa, where all the rivers and ponds were brown. The colors in the water here astound me.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
That’s the Margie I know – kick me in the hinder. Take a hike indeed. You’re right of course. There is almost nothing that can’t be improved with the addition of a brisk walk with the Duo – or a topping of cheese, depending.
I have been places–beautiful places–where the water is brown. Not iced tea brown, not bourbon and branch water brown – fake creamer in bad coffee brown. It always shocks me. My head knows it’s just the suspended particles of earth, but my heart can’t wait to get home.
tootlepedal
February 27, 2012
What a nice photo. It is an alien world to us relatively warm and wet people. I hope your mischief goes well….and the washing.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
You would enjoy it. If you ever visited such a place for an extended period you’d end up buying really fat studded tires for your bicycle.
Mischief is what we’re best at.
P.j. grath
February 27, 2012
Oh, Gerry, how would you like to wash your clothes in that icy (beautiful) pool at the edge of the lake? After decades of laundromat time (how many hours did I log in over the years, I wonder?), when I do laundry at home now I feel almost like a queen!
Gerry
February 27, 2012
I have given thought to washing the Cowboy in such a pool, but it’s a little too far from the house (more than ten feet) to make that practical. Isn’t it funny the simple things that give us so much pleasure? Not dog-washing, you understand, but doing laundry at home, or having supper with a friend, or seeing a comical wood pigeon at Mr. Tootlepedal’s bird banquet.
Martha
February 27, 2012
We don’t have the snow mountains that you have! But….we may soon according to the weather predictions for tomorrow and Wednesday. Keep your nose above the snow line!
Gerry
February 27, 2012
The mountains aren’t really piled up snow so much as piled up ice with snow sprinkled over. It’s very absorbing to watch them grow, just like volcanoes. The waves push water up from underneath the shelf of jumbled ice along the shore. The sploosh freezes where it lands. The cone-shaped mountain grows. Someday I will manage to make a slideshow.
shoreacres
February 27, 2012
I’m not sure it’s a good thing that all that pretty snow reminds me of meringue. Apparently I haven’t gotten over a friend posting her lemon pie recipe two weeks ago.
i do love seeing the pebbles. They’re so different from anything we have here.
Gerry
February 27, 2012
First, lemon meringue is my favorite pie. Second, I’m glad you like the pebbles. They are absolutely characteristic of this part of the world. Walk along peering at them long enough and you are bound to find Petoskey stones.
Martha
February 27, 2012
We often have those little snow mountains on the bay, but I had not seen them this year. I just drove along the bay and there are many little mountains along with that gorgeous blue ice.
Dawn
February 27, 2012
Beautiful. And very very cold. ANd she’s wrong when she says it’s hard to take a bad shot. I have many many many bad shots of Lake Superior in the winter from my years of living up there. Trust me on that!
Gerry
February 27, 2012
I, too, find it very easy to take really bad photographs. Maybe it’s because we travel with dogs, Dawn. Babs keeps cats, and they stay at home. Mostly.
Sybil
February 27, 2012
Love the snow with the blue tones … so picturesque …
Robin
March 1, 2012
Babs is right. That’s a beautiful scene. Hope the wash and mischief went well. 🙂
Gerry
March 5, 2012
Mama Nature got up to so much mischief that I can’t even remember what mischief we were planning. Here it is a week later and guess what – this is the day we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, wash our clothes . . .