Admit it, you were worried, weren't you! You've been in Babs Withdrawal. Well she's back. Key West is all very well and good, but how can a person resist coming back to Torch Lake Township in January?
There was this icicle, you see, that had been frosted with blowing snow the night before, and it reminded me of nothing so much as Marolyn Hendershott's gingersnaps dipped in white chocolate. You see how I am.
I did shovel and scrape, really I did. Fat lot of good it did me. Mama Nature should be called for piling on. Eventually I ran out of steam and made a Note to Self: Call Tom Morrison. That was a couple of days ago.
If this post had a soundtrack it would be "I don't know why/I love you like I do/I don't know why, I just doooooo . . . "
When she’s not at work in her Possum Hollow studio out on the Flat Road, painter Margie Guyot likes to get outdoors–and paint some more. Even in the winter. This is what she sees from the shores of Grand Traverse Bay. . . . from the beach at Barnes Park . . . . . . […]
I know that all you snowbirds roosting in Florida and Alabama and Mexico want to see how winter is going up here. This is your lucky day. The weekend inspired a flurry of emails from the photographers in the neighborhood. Katherine wrote: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! It’s cold. With a high of 16 today, and it’s already 15.6, I […]
January 24, 2011
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