The Bay, the beach, and a frosty dawn in November

November 14, 2009

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I am still having massive problems with WordPress, but I am also finding workarounds so there you go. Below is a gallery of snippets from our morning walk in the frosty dawn of November 11, when it seemed every leaf was rimmed in ice crystals. I am way too tired from my labors to tell […]

Torch Lake Views out of commission on WordPress

November 13, 2009

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If I am able to post this at all, it will have taken me well over half an hour to do so, and there will be no photos.  For some reason my WordPress installation is malfunctioning badly.  Support is looking at the situation.  We shall see.

Eleven o’clock, November 11

November 11, 2009

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The sun is shining through the bare trees outside the Writing Studio and Bait Shop. There was a hard frost last night, and the air is so clear that I feel as if I could see time itself. All over the blogosphere people are stopping to remember the moment the guns of World War I […]

What potato chip bag?

November 10, 2009

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The finest thing an artist can do is to make me laugh out loud. It’s interesting how often the laughter is very close to tears. This morning I learned, long after the rest of the world had cottoned onto it, that one of my favorite Truly Funny Writers, Terry Pratchett, has early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. […]

Babs visits the Loeb farm house

November 9, 2009

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Babs Young has been exploring the old Loeb property in Charlevoix, and was taken with the farmhouse. She writes, It was a great weekend. I had the opportunity to photograph the Loeb farm house in Charlevoix. This lovely house and the rest of the farm was built about 1918 by Albert Loeb, the acting President […]

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The only prayer I ever say . . .

November 8, 2009

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. . . is Thank you. Thank you for this day. I favor a simple theology, and do not trouble myself overmuch about who might be listening. Perhaps it is only the other molecules of light and shadow that fill the universe alongside my grateful self. I know only that I did not arrange this […]