Browsing All Posts filed under »Up North in Michigan«

I am in love with an orange truck and the Cowboy and Miss Sadie are pretty fond of it, too

January 4, 2010

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You may recall that I wondered where all our snow was, given the dire predictions of at least ten inches of the stuff late last week. For a time I thought it had been misdirected to the north of England, but in due course it was delivered to Torch Lake Township, just in time to […]

A deep map of Eastport

December 31, 2009

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Just when you think there’s nothing to write about, a reader’s email starts a long chain of associations that leads you to William Least Heat-Moon’s PrairyEarth (a deep map).  The post isn’t written—not by a long shot—but you have some little ideas and no clue where they’ll lead.  Let’s begin with the email: Helping my […]

Winter settles in at the harbor and dances up the Bay

December 22, 2009

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Michigan weather is full of reliable surprises.  The other day I opened my email and Katherine had sent a note and one of her amazing photos.  She wrote:  Was down in Elk Rapids the other snowy, windy day and went by the harbor. brrrrrrrrrrr. But that was then and this was today. The Bay sparkled, the […]

Sun’s up!

December 22, 2009

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I slept late and was awakened by a blaze of light. A big ball of fire was peeking over the hill behind the Writing Studio and Bait Shop. Extraordinary. I took a picture of it for you. I had to take it through a window screen, but I’m pretty sure it is the sun. Imagine […]

The Up North approach to plein air

December 21, 2009

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Babs Young writes:  This Plein Air painter has got to be from Northern Michigan. Not many would sit out in the 20+° weather and paint with no gloves. The call to create transcends much. Especially when it’s bovine. I understand that I have already confused readers with respect to my thoughts on beef cattle once […]

Local heroes

December 20, 2009

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I wanted a copy of Torch Lake: The History of Was-Wah-Go-Ning by Mary Kay and Ed McDuffie.  Fortunately, Babs Young had one.  I promised Miss Sadie and the Cowboy a pleasant outing, loaded them into the car, and set off.  Babs is in Blue Heaven, just moments away across the highway.  The road was fine.  It crossed my […]