I say spring arrived on May 18

June 3, 2014


Gulls on Grand Traverse Bay - Mid-May

It certainly wasn’t very springlike on May 2, when it snowed.  The snow melted practically as fast as it landed, but that was probably because I threatened it with a welding torch.  It wasn’t very springlike on May 5, when plenty of ice bobbed about in the Bay.  It wasn’t even our ice.  It was the ice from […]

Dispatches from the front

June 2, 2014


Moonset over Peshawbestown

I created a draft of this post back on March 19 and never finished it. I think it depressed me . . .  Things are much better now, and I will show you all that tomorrow.  But tonight it’s so warm here that I feel the need of a little cooling off.  This should do. […]


May 17, 2014


Margot McMahon's Enlighten at Elk Rapids ArtRapids! Walk of Art, Elk Rapids Michigan (Photo by Babs Young)

Enlighten is one of ten new sculptures that will be installed during May along the ArtRapids! Walk of Art in Elk Rapids. (Learn more about sculptor Margot McMahon and her work here).   Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I encourage you to make the trip.  You will find refreshment for your spirit.  When you have finished […]

The Torch aflame

April 28, 2014


Sunset reflection on Torch - Babs Young April 2014

A fair number of blue waters in the North Country are named Torch Lake or Lac du Flambeau. We trace the name to fishing by torchlight in the times before these times – the days of endless forests of tall pines and canoes paddled by Anishinaabe and Metis voyageurs. We imagine the torches flickering in […]


April 27, 2014


Reflections in the pond

I have just discovered truthiness. The word, not the concept. I gather most of you have known about it since, oh, 2005 or so, but I heard the word for the first time on the radio yesterday. The concept, if not the word, has been part of my analysis of Unfortunate Contemporary Discourse for a […]

Invisible Birds in the Mist

April 24, 2014


Somewhere out there

We have had some welcome warmer days recently. The ice is melting on the Bay and on the lakes and sliding off the roof. It rains a little each night, the mornings are misty. The birds are invisible. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I were on our favorite woods trail when I heard a barking […]