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Letters from Babs: Bluejay in budding maple

March 23, 2009

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Babs writes:  It was a beautiful day here and I caught this Bluejay just outside my back door. I didn’t realize that the maple trees had these big buds until I looked at this photo. Spring may come to northern Michigan yet. Every week photographer Babs Young captures moments in northern Michigan, and every week she […]

Babs to the rescue

March 19, 2009

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I am a bit under the weather, and the weather is pretty low.  Babs, however, is her usual self and sent us just what the doctor ordered.  Ladies and gentlemen, the first crocus of spring: Ah, you say . . . but you have crocuses, too? Good! Send pictures.

East side, west side, all around the lakes

March 15, 2009

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Babs has been over on the east side of Torch Lake again, hanging out at the Dockside, getting up to who knows what.  One of these days she’ll probably call us to bail her out.  In the meantime, she’s captured the Clam River on a sunny day.  She writes: The sun has been shining and […]

What a difference a day – heck, a few hours – can make

March 8, 2009

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Babs writes: We had some warmish days and I thought the snow was beginning to melt, then pow, tonight there is a blizzard like I have not seen in a long time. I’m glad I don’t have to drive anywhere. Thus this picture of the melting snow in East Jordan taken earlier this week. When […]

Babs documents cultural sea change as Barbie turns 50

March 3, 2009

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Always on the cutting edge of art and culture, Babs Young explores Barbie’s thoughts on turning 50. She followed the icon to the Charlevoix harbor, where she captured this reflective moment.  Is Barbie on the lam?  Has she wearied of her longtime romance with a younger man?  Is she yearning for security or for new adventures?  […]

Letters from Babs: Blessed with winter

March 1, 2009

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Babs writes: We are still being blessed with winter and lots of cold. The sun has been shining, but the temps are low, it’s down around 5º tonight.  But with the bitter cold comes clear light and an exhilaration I never feel in summer.  (I can hear Jack Bodis grousing all the way here.  “More […]