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Fire and the long red line

June 13, 2009

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Last night I was headed home from my day job, which is really a night job, when I saw a thick column of black smoke rising over the Flat Road. So instead of dropping by the neighbors’ to watch the Stanley Cup final and share the nice cold bottles of Labatt’s I had nestling there […]

This is Michigan. Think Cars. Also trucks, because, hey, this is northern Michigan.

June 11, 2009

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In Michigan, we are more interested in cars than the average person in, say, Washington D.C. New cars, customized cars, restored cars, beloved clunkers . . . and don’t get me started on our trucks. We love our trucks. Do not mess with our trucks. So it is fitting that there should be a Collector […]

Things worth clicking on and a bit of irony

June 2, 2009

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Just for fun, while I busy myself writing a couple of overdue stories. Photographer Ken Scott’s playful Planet: DH Day (originally printed on the Leelanau Enterprise Back Page 5-28-09).  “Toto, we’re not in Leelanau County anymore . . . “ Mrs. Uhdd’s extraordinary post on damselflies. Really, these photos are something special. And then this . . […]

And sometimes loveliness falls in your lap

May 30, 2009

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So yesterday was a busy day, what with all the things we’d put off all week, and we had to do laundry.  Off to the Wash Basket in Central Lake.  While the clothes tumbled in the dryer, Miss Sadie and the Cowboy took each other for a walk in the grass behind the building, and […]

Lilacs enter, stage right

May 22, 2009

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Rob the Firefighter is visiting, and we have been haring around the countryside in his sporty new car, enjoying spring.  I cleverly steered him through Bellaire, where we had lunch at Short’s and shared a lemon bar at MOKA for dessert.  Everywhere we went we caught the faint scent of lilacs. Along a couple of […]

Quiet clouds of pink.

May 17, 2009

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As promised, I returned to the nectarine orchard in search of clouds of pink blossoms. Found ’em, too. Looky here: It was cold up there on the ridge. The wind tossed the branches about, and rose to a howl. Then it would quiet down, and I’d try again to get a focused image. But even […]