Babs is intrepid. She has been out and about in these perilous times. She writes: We have had very strange weather up here this week. Lots of Rainbows, rain, hail, and wonderful clouds. The sun is shining one minute and it’s raining the next. You gotta love Michigan.
Well . . . I do love it, but it’s getting a little weird and the legislature’s not even in session. The Cowboy muttered something about how maybe we ARE in Kansas, Toto, and Miss Sadie has been looking in the corners for flying monkeys. I recommend that you click on the photo for a really big version. That way you can make up your own mind. Or take measures, depending.
Torch Lake Views 
kiwidutch
September 24, 2012
WOW…that Photo looks amazing when you enlarge to the bigger version… moody, atmospheric, brooding, restless, soulful…
Gerry
September 24, 2012
It’s autumn. We grow reflective. I’m glad you liked it.
dawnkinster
September 24, 2012
I’ve got a gallon of water in the basement. Just in case. Oh. And a flashlight.
Gerry
September 24, 2012
I have flashlights all over the house, on account of brief power outages are a fact of life when you live in the woods. And treats – mustn’t forget the treats. I’m pretty much useless at the operations of daily life, but I’m aces on meeting emergencies.
shoreacres
September 24, 2012
That looks like an impending day off from work, with a side of baking, a little research and perhaps a bit of reading. Oh – and rainwater catching for the houseplants! Of course, it could mean a few other things, too, but I prefer to look at the sunny side of storms.
Wonderful photo!
Gerry
September 24, 2012
‘Morning, Linda. I thought it was a powerful image, even by Babs’s standards. I’m glad you liked it.
Our skyscapes have been dramatic for weeks – great piles of substantial clouds swirling around in a bright blue day and shot through with sunlight. Katy, whose place is up on top of the second ridge where the views extend for miles on every side, said it looked like either the Resurrection or the Apocalypse, she wasn’t sure which.
I stopped for apples at King’s the other day, and came away with some fine pears as well. Maybe I’ll engage in a little baking therapy. Those pears should not, under any circumstances, go to waste.
uphilldowndale
September 27, 2012
Gerry don’t you take your eye of those pears, you know what they are like, there is only a three hour window of opportunity with pears; rock hard one moment mush the next.
That is a striking photo.
The apple crop in the UK has pretty much failed this year, weird weather: and so much rain in the last few days that people are worrying about water getting in their cellars rather than taking jugs of water down there. Good in emergencies eh? Is that where Rob the fire-fighter got his career path from then?
Gerry
September 27, 2012
P.S. Maybe I should send you some apples?
Gerry
September 27, 2012
Glad you liked the photo – the pears are safe and still delicious, though one fell prey to You Know Who. I am very sorry to hear that you have no apples. I don’t know how I’ll manage if we ever have no apples. (Probably buy out the supply of canned applesauce.)
It never occurred to me that anything I did made any impact on Rob the Firefighter’s choices. It would be a comfort of a sort to think that he was influenced to want to help people deal with real emergencies. Hmm. A cheerful thought.
P.j. grath
September 24, 2012
Listen to this duet, by Johnny Cash and Roseann Cash, “September, When It Comes,” and cry your eyes out.
It’s a wild time of year….
Gerry
September 24, 2012
You are full of surprises, PJ. I like that about you. There’s something exhilarating about September. Mysteries will be made clear. Bones will emerge.
Martha
September 24, 2012
Spectacular photo! Points for nature and photographer!
Gerry
September 27, 2012
Thank you, on behalf of Babs and Mama Nature.
Kathy
September 25, 2012
I am looking for flying monkeys, too. My parents and brother saw a tornado in Bellaire once. My other brother and I were roller skating down in downtown Bellaire and missed the excitement until someone eventually picked us up and we attempted to get back to the cottage.
Gerry
September 27, 2012
Just think – you might have ended up on the Yellow Brick Road to Lansing. Scary.
Belinda
September 25, 2012
What a beautiful song!
Gerry
September 27, 2012
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Belinda. I hadn’t heard the duet before, and liked it a lot.
Isabelle
October 2, 2012
I think you call this type of picture “dramatic” ? It’s beautiful, sky and house. The duet moved me deeply, J. Cash is an unforgettable person and singer.
Beautiful pictures of him all along the Seasons of his life. Thank you P.j. grath.
Gerry
October 2, 2012
I live for drama. I liked the duet too – and liked the surprise of P.J. being the one who sent it!