tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183465814528343062024-02-21T06:16:32.479-08:00Northern Michigan ExperienceSharing the beauty of Northern Michigan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-42464183250774301672011-02-09T17:40:00.000-08:002011-02-09T17:45:37.065-08:00Snowshoeing Aspen Park“I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.” <br /><br />-Rosalia de Castro <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/apCll1dzxQ9NuvL4TMdGi-itMA_ybVB1OS1KRFRAwtY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDH8Bxoh-mALjsrmBLJFIRxQS3Ymtcu5sEPY5PPmj3eLwMnqEF5Drz5RhwhkJIVdkVaYqUFS3RCMuVoAvfSI26r3u8Jas1eol0AfjoHv2_RCEE9_CObZsFC0eMUOoHEN5P5DAVt-hfEO_C/s640/around%20the%20bend.jpg" height="640" width="427" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ULlYqjfnKgIdr2x90iYGq-itMA_ybVB1OS1KRFRAwtY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmesn2xWHvkqPBD6h-AQpTQJjkRTa6-u8qjnEajFppnoqUP7hao2JtWnwW8O6eE1YbBErk-LkmWZknOjhoY4HAffv7yije-VmRqc5b4MFFkreRYBnbzyGM-Xn4VoPac-drWXdLh5BleEd/s640/IMG_3458.JPG" height="427" width="640" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-21798195425248278462010-10-04T16:44:00.000-07:002010-10-04T16:46:13.214-07:00Autumn in GaylordWinter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PMXX7jCFVepe7akwlZMfilUA5aJUq02H9TfqrVogWUY?feat=embedwebsite"><img style="width: 670px; height: 449px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUw19G5LCBq3Z7Iw4wPrnWR_hKv-NNAhok0Vbqri9bBk553dGXcl4qgQ8rkXIFqCvxyc33prOknoc1PFwfskbxSVMZKac2fvjIuj0ujneNO8lBPI4tJhXk9ebdiupNYJ6BJoVgE7QheY4d/s800/fall%20trees.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-82968178690706313262010-08-19T18:52:00.000-07:002010-08-19T18:55:13.887-07:00Bridge at the Grayling Fish Hatchery<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">-Dinah Shore </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2maqKbIuTRTyUKnBJZXOkOTd5Tzt7Ja-4DYihjHp5i0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCkR46Bhmtb-87sIGXGs_hlxaHTurxf9_PPhfTHup17oD2ciGYTUqw7qRom5Rwtv64D7po_PH1DQoeuv-AEAtO7UTfaEe_QvWIrtmm-DXHHfGABGMmEFFq38ZgC5T-hyclWlUR1slNerm/s800/IMG_2445.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-341560162194394322010-07-11T18:27:00.000-07:002010-10-31T18:44:06.274-07:00Everything is just ducky<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lJMse8_zexzehQtw_BNP2EvA_CqK9KfrE00jFQf68Nk?feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 654px; HEIGHT: 550px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXz4dreZYdgfOoVoJ3Sp2MN5mxFGljdXWcFM4bnrvoSgYZO8VVq33TvT6Db5UJCIRsm1tDWFijfyam081WIRewcsPeAF3F_tTiuNs1cwI-wTRCIYqngk81-bkMkiyC291WnJurzEjgqIbY/s800/IMG_2206.JPG" width="714" height="585" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ch_UneOoWAmSNitohtHCi0vA_CqK9KfrE00jFQf68Nk?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzuddyqcRMww1Qkwx7OhOu5VaVjLTdiuRpssrq0L9eRe2jFxVnxwZSUyWfrqBWJvZyli9rqOlMdZT_35WszcNSvog3piv_DpDd3nGEzPA0r5KtmX3V2AJVQeEewVefH0g655P1GO4LCfc/s800/IMG_2178.JPG" width="737" height="716" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-36036314080927155892010-06-30T05:03:00.000-07:002010-06-30T05:07:32.414-07:00Water Lily<span style="font-style:italic;">When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. <br /><br />~Chinese Proverb<br /><br /></span><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D9hBFp874pxPHjz3VAcl2a4mnHs5jFnuR8pfXYjCxyI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_Wgg29SWGsUtCIoWzgtKL2rmBMJ5DWOQkXeteX6nG7JCgsuBZl5ome1YJOd9VCeSSZ4CbaQrHz5uZSBN7NO_IyYw6dcTLaVCEQx1es57PSva28Cq8uwg0iz0IlgVTW0KhOpPifRdS-Us/s800/IMG_1941.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-56508359542311383722010-06-12T18:27:00.000-07:002010-06-12T18:31:53.524-07:00Seeking Squirrel<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >“As long as one keeps searching, the answers come”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Joan Baez quotes (American Singer and Song Writer, b.1941)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D8BxSGprCF7C1Ypp84EBTA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg6-rctzT5uJZuvYavhVw2jV31EyqII7H0uMbVcPCU_aQY8rif2ChDFcLSDYA0m6gaccGNw3DtOnwg64OB2YG55jdbHqTUEEQ8DZXRDsA69YFzaUImBc_Gxbad6D7WCer8ADO4Kh6ZV2Z/s800/IMG_1311.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-42804136945889938952010-06-08T14:01:00.000-07:002010-06-08T14:04:05.351-07:00A Butterfly's Life<span style="font-size:130%;">"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."<br /></span><br />~Hans Christian Anderson<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nk1sHK5k5-FeADHo4dkLUtEBjgqb9PR4RNbgAnPTOgU?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNy1T1No9sAwqhKXic54N3YLiWtvDTvlzxJRA_m9P80Kwhq9_fmzNJX3bghvGAsxFR4sMrdKJzDbGoadNhuuYy5_CEOE533aSAjIVp6CgBfVp1ibBYyXu2s6ZIbfg9g-E7xlilGVt1ZdG/s800/IMG_1813.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-54026013590798978842010-05-25T17:13:00.000-07:002010-05-25T17:20:06.099-07:00My favorite bird<span style="font-size:130%;">The windows of my soul I throw<br />Wide open to the sun.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~John Greenleaf Whittier, My Psalm</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eZMZhd_h2dsI4zPswPd8ZU9yG_VLtjyJSs8sExvLSKM?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHGbmizlDCrqoSQr1lv9X3325gCJrwNi0nfbkmDII2swkGDYow-JBEZPKbKvS8ejT-SSPrATM1Lc3qLNNIY5HurcmslQdOdf-vkEWJrvngT_Bfdl_XhEaxjH1VeHMSgJAeJU_UuSedtEw/s800/feathers%20wide%20spread.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-30452569447848297172010-04-09T10:05:00.000-07:002010-04-09T10:09:19.928-07:00Morning in GaylordThrough the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn. <br />~Robert Brault <br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4TX0_F8caX5JxlE1hQiTdA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGVgkRYCwJu8KomVXsyrNjj0o-AzrFfKz7JfxPtBt0WVlijiRCYUv0yMFXVgzZ6g1ED4VUwspPaVy8X_4vX-Z1DBsPU75jIrF_psnyoGCdgImtCulJdyGp2RCAsMa17WKLjrvDDm0TSlo/s800/morning%20on%20the%20lake.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-51962964254730916622010-03-31T10:26:00.000-07:002010-03-31T10:32:33.970-07:00Spring<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. </span></span><br />~Hal Borland<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iUwhyiigkHEETvJq-J8vDw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvZEA_7ibddcA7FwImhdSY4AxNheN0_HM6I1UC0adcvBi_VOTfS3U-8cotOw_zJyPYuo-THdrMvtEKAx1CZT4aUS65PsgqCkx3Jtlt8j9gCUjivFCramRu2JT3RoTo2Y4bleF7x0bQXRD/s800/IMG_1185.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-8790188459270017102010-02-05T06:55:00.000-08:002010-02-05T06:58:36.578-08:00Lovely ChickadeeBreath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living. <br /><br />~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/noeOPB2zLPfRfuguUMq3aQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCI2Vxo-cmvfs8gE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="width: 608px; height: 516px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRDBStrx0lK9Gey1kKnSypbPB2WFdFwLmRgVeIlAh1N683HSG5Uvl8xlrjN5QVV0Tf9xkICPyweT12eGD9bNZlr0NRgMkCqZCyaLv1aWCNizG2PM7oEFnxR0QQovKgYiB4H25Q-X4tJWE/s800/cold%20chick.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-2454720360726892742010-01-07T11:52:00.000-08:002010-01-07T11:57:18.592-08:00Winter Morning<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.</span> ~Emily Dickinson<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5DLO2Lc_hVawwMZAuxAfyw?authkey=Gv1sRgCMryuZ2moKuvuwE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="width: 596px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQihoQk51tXzNGUDYAzvyZMI77EFYt0XRQ1ZCvgDeOQTXzc6WmMpry2d2YuzfpSLodief7Jmy17dekRby2qRj8DTA-qSTnZ0vnwIaa-K61Mg3qWthmyNxQKgQrSDs9unImvWNvBNF7ZZn/s800/dusk.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-1743193009854812852009-11-13T03:44:00.000-08:002009-11-13T03:51:04.393-08:00End of AutumnYesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.<br /><br />~Babatunde Olatunji<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rJ5FLFujnKIEM1LGAInO3A?authkey=Gv1sRgCKT3-O7ku9WWcg&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="width: 601px; height: 403px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVpdYyybb5hs85Onw7p-vuBtBhqdV50D-rdAoBhH_abSuUzUdFZuQa8zsHh5bEv8n_NLoY7aQYt9KZinGut9c0jhor0VPOu0vQtq9tqKoMM-2MwNwAAeojtwnlpY5ThrEcJtI2kQTtuFSF/s800/IMG_5208.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Traverse City 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-15588841455994136652009-11-02T12:58:00.000-08:002009-11-02T13:04:00.015-08:00Ausable RiverYou drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.<br />-Paulo Coelho <br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8xdn1eg3yV0jauhe3bE1Pw?authkey=Gv1sRgCMmorfboj9HvRA&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="width: 674px; height: 453px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QB4TQjKKUj-jQD_1_uSjhj_X5qOcnW5OZ-SEAGwFvZ6k3tMWrVh8vnQuT965xmFIGQZEuA0e29TTyw1OfNXLcQy8G_-ymkWmFqyHErLBDfxEPOaMV0S6Qm983lSFuOtpb-92huBTH2Ni/s800/IMG_0395.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-49497124486861323132009-10-20T03:00:00.000-07:002009-10-20T03:05:37.066-07:00Fall Color Check“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection” <br /><br />-Thomas Paine <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SHhWP-vAft8RyOl2rzQKvg?authkey=Gv1sRgCIT44qvm-Z6E6wE&feat=embedwebsite"><img height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4SodTHv7hd10PIoTqWCGvaVrZqH5keGJlEK5ARRcvm8d2bzjbHiU-MahGj2TVxM_eahx8P6lB1Osvv-QvxMDb4e8nGJNMY9NNrZ6o7W16y6N9nFLkPhc14AFdgtBb2uoDW3Lgke31s-I/s800/Big%20bradford.jpg" width="673" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e0f6ZmT8FaP8FisEy_pVUg?authkey=Gv1sRgCIT44qvm-Z6E6wE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 643px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAoaAraxhyphenhyphenJEHv9Co9SVcSyplUAf5yFVAM0F4thyphenhyphenkBQ-B6jMechOe29z4HDZRKLBpuxhj6oTBuyEpUuv0TkAgfzwAxOgaRs4oNNngM1-QL0kX3-ixIpVu79dl2p9ZC6eWcyxSMlkhRiyE/s800/leaves%20at%20shoreline.jpg" width="708" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-43376709326734261072009-10-09T18:10:00.000-07:002009-10-09T18:22:40.888-07:00Innocence“Being part of the natural world reminds me that innocence isn't ever lost completely; we just need to maintain our goodness to regain it.”<br /><br />-Jewel<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zUuw137L40HK__WHpDlh_A?authkey=Gv1sRgCPqxj76IydOI_QE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 642px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHR_6KgTXHOaYvxNUXQek0R617Rs8klPwO0oW4nMDCSZZdMkaBr8Ya6pEPK9zHM_zpgPRR57SZNzjpfIc4Sq3K0uNF0HrBqUOuYYp8IvXTINuD7cA2bX5E-OjxM5FS9V2eWZ0rEGg2bu3i/s800/hello%20baby%20deer.jpg" width="761" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-90936830697186529162009-10-06T05:09:00.000-07:002009-10-06T05:12:50.443-07:00Wet Autumn Leaves<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZQQRtebyegKp7iLykw3ZTA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN3ZiKX5r-ifjwE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 654px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoZO85WEtsktFkcOzZfHepQV7Asl3tKEGcW_5x6xpUKLWm9-QRo6jSa1gBz9f0ZXJV2DvWsJF6S3NE1IQP6X-nNUR-pJLRCw-I6zR54ru-TtRow28SVuTuC0Ow_9n0DINJYU5OrRu0mu9/s800/leaf%20floor.jpg" width="759" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">falling leaves<br />hide the path<br />so quietly<br /></span><br />~John Bailey, "Autumn," a haiku year, 2001Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-61254048806737432962009-09-24T06:34:00.000-07:002009-09-24T06:49:08.259-07:00Elk Viewing In Gaylord, MIIn every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. <br /><br />- John Muir <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k4feZM5Z_KvtGBvVm_d2nA?authkey=Gv1sRgCPqxj76IydOI_QE&feat=embedwebsite"><img height="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9smbyJQUTyE4TNph9NSUpvY07txpEJY1YPr7ZlAcqELofZxaG3-OSYLvmnxEzb0rEylOz2q4tAxd7UUmAhksxfCRu_SprYPWSpxU9Pq9hEBAA5RovjRojAZVM_LM8sYoBFlhOhUMHQ6i/s800/IMG_0024.JPG" width="600" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KJXiiFvf3Qa9VauOwbltyQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCPqxj76IydOI_QE&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 628px; HEIGHT: 549px" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HHHo7sCQ7g3FOB4hBlm18xv-P0UGp-lzXlyhtnLHMYEbCAWSV1laPICCFJ3Y2m-xHX2Y5_Xn57lhP3151HoeS7h-zhA_hhXkuqrG3aoxawbIwny5p4R__TDfHjjOYFcRa4YPX4uJX9gc/s800/elk%20in%20sunlight.jpg" width="721" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zwVJzPAJyK9Gf2ikQ0-c7Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCPqxj76IydOI_QE&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYtwFMcpQz0fm145bUGX1HWW1OEUWnIKsJYEKKcLPNIEnWCjb9j2Krifcb-afDtkV3YKgTgzYKBVIXPoMnkOiRmUp5SkaOi5AXhIclDeDydXsAn0uDa_Uqm0jOBaixQOK4ktKa3ic-Ikm/s800/itching.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-31060518104410169992009-09-15T15:44:00.000-07:002009-09-15T15:47:12.179-07:00Autumn in Northern MichiganEveryone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. <br /><br />~Elizabeth Lawrence<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5kncyJDzYmlrfJqMYmQing?authkey=Gv1sRgCKT3-O7ku9WWcg&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 648px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zPEMx1OWrXGFIA5JyG5wZl7mGPc-XsrM5X0dRDRLMYmCUQXbtgOj6sDTYUnPE2_13RtYNmtvqj09fuHr0gknSz8utFF1pCj_2V1p0zcfC9YOMCh_a2PJz_xeS0yq5lHItJ3YlT0Re9KU/s800/moody%20morning%20c.jpg" width="756" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-29194272374852105472009-09-11T17:45:00.000-07:002009-09-11T17:58:53.712-07:00My Loon<strong>There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.<br /></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">~Willa Cather<br /></span></em><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l7hkS0yp_X-T_SP3n5Gu7g?authkey=Gv1sRgCL7lwMKc-p_XFQ&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPEcIRWupucos_o0OSNaSQDw6eKak-4KGpCRXDPMyUad4M76_wSuJO2jYyn7rAJq7b7S6M-0jPJWFaG9Vv2H-b4BOUayONoLDybnnzNpEF6oWvInXrgJYBklT-D-LVJ19EKO5i2aWYX6W/s800/leaving%20wake.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Here is my Loon chick - all grown up and getting ready to migrate. The night he was born, there was a huge storm on the lake and his sibling didn't make it. The lake was full of predators such a Pike, Eagles and snapping turtles. But with his parents help, he was able to dodge danger . There were jet skiers and boats that sometimes came too close - but still he was able to avoid them and dive under the water just in time. <br /><br />And now as I let out a sigh of relief, I realize that he made it! He will live and have a family of his own someday. Life is good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-60883431002874878742009-09-02T18:58:00.000-07:002009-09-02T19:03:41.992-07:00AnticipationDelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SYclekLdnV5O8h7QESydug?authkey=Gv1sRgCKT3-O7ku9WWcg&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 646px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwH75kIYRed94gqpXrmHHY6cUKtB55Jv2vfXUfd-pY-N2tOTvcOLcbPsbxjMIq6VKaT_lBDG6BmWCK77vdUr8oR9IrrexYC2khJhh2s7bPTSCnPpw2T0dJoKwcDlu6X1xFIVKH5g9aOGI/s800/fall%20mist%20on%20little%20bradford%20lake.jpg" width="758" /></a><br /><br />I couldn't resist posting one of my Autumn photos from last year. This was taken in the early morning and I loved the contrast of the light fog against the brilliant colored trees. I am ready once again for Nature's best show of the year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-19798054044390278282009-08-28T17:42:00.001-07:002009-08-28T17:45:38.225-07:00Lush Green TreesFor in the true nature of things,<br />if we rightly consider,<br />every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.<br />~Martin Luther<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WnRkLfVgycoUEIzXuA7RnQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCNO9lommvIe3fw&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjD51R5pk-zIbW_N_B_S0bXuebYzWmOe_Iqjq2xC68kTWxInmntYussv0TH7DapDmlnpZkzHbL7qJZzdrUxb2RbOjlMzUxMnVRojagm2xSfvnlqGhrQDBvvFiozYCqVDcZEmhb80GKrRm1/s800/cloudy%20trees.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-48987616916046176532009-08-14T05:31:00.000-07:002009-08-14T05:53:39.038-07:00My Grosbeak friendHope is the thing with feathers<br />That perches in the soul,<br />And sings the tune without the words,<br />and never stops at all.<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">-</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"> Emily Dickenson<br /><br /></span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9dM2i6WofNHQAVkkzIWuAw?authkey=Gv1sRgCOXy8r6Jz8ydKg&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 638px; HEIGHT: 502px" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YH7RFtGkWx2wNaXM4K09x6eXZv_nPA5Jx_rxEs_GXVvJnd12a0Qw0gvLrMHEUr0gp4W4aiLHW4ZOFJSbmD7RWSHrhojc2VYN7Zh8sDZLSuFsq4A5Y7mUaPmpMsHBxbebJgZd1OhBxMl_/s800/male%20gros.jpg" width="740" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-51775319262031916702009-08-06T18:44:00.000-07:002009-08-06T18:51:43.943-07:00Untamed ShorelineLet us permit nature to have her way.<br />She understands her business better than we do. <em>~Michel de Montaigne</em><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PBsMyYmpmgDV414DtetN9g?authkey=Gv1sRgCMGn3c_74cfpUg&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="WIDTH: 572px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNlrndNcllc0u5l7NAZVFJENh52uhWR5tLJv00pBI96F5sPI0ShggHPscpUMDJHIfI7P4t5BmFqQhbE-yFtKFK9dLaAJ_g4-ojV9jBw2u_qyhxnh1XHXnzZ6h1arxPo8uFlSOGgYLXczP/s800/IMG_9155.JPG" width="620" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318346581452834306.post-22132251976456147402009-08-02T14:59:00.000-07:002009-08-02T15:02:16.276-07:00The squirrel I feed in my yard<span style="font-size:130%;">Don't be yourself - be someone a little nicer.<br /></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966<br /><br /></span></em><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FkC8K7T0wdXPs-KmtTyAkQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCNWLzujjvv_KMA&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aWqo4h74FdnylWvwLj744cO9wSUU7ko9-bf7CxImb2vU5CNc2gAiUC6kiVgc7cb4db2WOr0Py614QFv4CJoTSo79P4BBGCRF0bZSIKkJttH7AsKBFZoRsx89mF5ig2rObj_bkkuvZBOy/s800/hungry%20squirrel.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com27