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The Dreadful Dismals arrive in the North Country. Cabin Fever Club to the rescue.

October 31, 2009

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This is not a black and white photo. Last night’s big blow ushered in the Dreadful Dismals, and that’s exactly what it looked like at the Writing Studio and Bait Shop just a few minutes ago. This is what it looked like on Wednesday afternoon. What we have here is one of those life lessons. […]

Attention boaters: The boat ramp has returned

October 29, 2009

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On Tuesday Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I made a little trip to the north end of Torch Lake to report on progress at the boat launch. We got there just in time to watch the heavy equipment horsing the dock back into place. There’s a bit of tidying up left to do, but by […]

The tender inner parts of Autumn in Torch Lake Township

October 28, 2009

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Yesterday was a good day. Everywhere I looked something glowed. When I went to see Barb Higgins for my regular shearing, I stopped to make portraits of her birch tree.  She caught me at it and laughed.  It’s her favorite tree, and although one customer told her she should cut it down to make more […]

How now, brown trout?

October 27, 2009

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Today is so beautiful that we’re all sneaking away from what we’re supposed to be doing to do what we just have to do: look at Torch Lake. I was not the only one down at the Day Park basking in the sunshine, admiring the view, watching the fish. But I am not going to […]

Construction Zone on Torch Lake

October 25, 2009

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When I started Torch Lake Views everybody in the township concluded that I had a pipeline to Information Sources Not Available to the Average Person.  Ha.  Mostly I wander around taking pictures and asking questions and paying attention to the answers.  Plus, I go to the public meetings of various public bodies and—this is key—I stay […]

Turning gold in the drumlins

October 24, 2009

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Yesterday I gave myself a day to read.  First I finished Ted McClelland’s The Third Coast: Sailors, Strippers, Fishermen, Folksingers, Long-Haired Ojibway Painters, and God-Save-the-Queen Monarchists.  It took me a good part of the week just to read the title, which I found captivating.  As a native of what McClelland calls the Freshwater Nation, I found […]