Ah, the calm after the storm. Nothing like a full moon over Torch, especially after Bombs Bursting in Air. Katherine writes that this is what it looked like after her dog, Maya, had finally dropped off to sleep with the help of "doggie downers."
Katherine, who had occasion to trundle up to Charlevoix, has been playing with the software to good effect.
So I peek in my inbox and there is mail from Katherine. She writes, Was sitting reading and happened to look up and saw a giant pinkish orange cloud over Torch Lake. It was so cool but people don’t use that word much anymore but I don’t want to use awesome so I’ll just continue […]
Katherine writes: Woke up to a skim of ice on the lake this morning—which by now is yesterday morning, as I am behind on pretty much everything. You will notice that there are no fishing shanties at all. There has been no Daugherty Johnson snow sculpture this winter either. Unsettling, that's what it is.
The Duo and I rode off to Detroit to visit Rob the Firefighter and the Lady Alicia, leaving blog-tending behind. Upon our return, what to our wondering eyes should appear but unopened presents! And some of these are for you.
Late last night Katherine wrote: Had my head buried in my computer this evening trying to figure something out and looked up (and outside) to this, grabbed my camera and stood out in awe and wonder.
July 3, 2012
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