Browsing All posts tagged under »Winter«

Dawn patrol

January 10, 2009

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I was up early this morning—almost as early as Dean Peters—and saw things I often miss.  There was an almost-full moon last night, and just before dawn it was sliding down toward the Bay in a misty haze, looking quite beautiful.  I got distracted (there’s a surprise) and didn’t see it set.  By the time […]

Seven-minute frosting and blue skies

January 9, 2009

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My mother made wonderful birthday cakes.  My favorite was a chocolate layer cake iced with seven-minute frosting and drizzled with bittersweet chocolate.  This concoction made decorative fluffy peaks on top of the cake.  The next day a crust would form.  I loved that crust.  The other day I was reminded of all this when we had brilliant sun, blue skies, […]

An update on Mark White’s barn-falling

January 9, 2009

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If you read An old-fashioned barn-falling back in December, you probably wonder what’s been happening at Mark White’s place.  Well, so far so good.  The whole story appears in this week’s Elk Rapids News.  My copy hasn’t been delivered yet so I don’t know which pictures Tom Vranich used, but here are my favorite updates: Two weeks […]

Daytrip: Little Norway’s Winterfest

January 8, 2009

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Just as I was giving in to my urge to do Arts and Crafts again, particularly Swedish straw ornaments, Alana Haley sent me a release about the Scandinavian-themed Winterfest over in East Jordan January 16-18.  Would this be a good daytrip?  It would.  They’ve packed so much into the weekend that I hardly know where […]

Letters from Katherine: Beach sculpture

January 4, 2009

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Katherine writes: One of the things I like about winter is the ability to take black and white photos in color and the absence of color in the landscape. That’s why I love seeing cardinals at the birdfeeder. It reminds me there is such a thing as color outside! These are the beach chairs we […]

A walk on the beach. Maybe not.

December 29, 2008

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This morning the road was dry as far as the bluff overlooking the Bay. Even the railroad-tie stairs down to the beach were dry. Shall we try a little stroll on the beach? We shall.  Then we saw the patches of slick ice camouflaged as sand, heard the hollowed out ice caverns creaking above the […]