We have not seen much of the sun lately, and even had a dusting of snow on the ground yesterday morning. I have not been inspired to take the camera out, so I searched my archives for some photos to post.
In June I spent an afternoon just driving around the back roads looking for interesting barns to photograph.
These fine old buildings have so much more character than the more practical barns of today.
Once again we are enjoying summer-like weather, and although I am enjoying it, I miss the vivid Fall colors we usually enjoy at this time of year.
This is a shot taken at this time last year across the same lake.
I will be glad when Daylight Saving Time ends in two weeks. Abbie does not like to walk in the dark, and right now it is almost 8 before it gets light. Since she and I are usually up before six, that seems a long time to wait!
I don’t think we will have a very colorful Fall in Michigan this year. The unseasonably hot, dry spell we had in September caused many of the leaves to shrivel up and drop, and now rain has moved in. We are now almost halfway through October, and we still have not had a killing frost, which always seems to make the colors pop.
Went to water my flowers the other day, and found something was blocking the spout of the waterer. Was horrified to find it was a tree frog who had been washed right to the narrow tip and seemed to be firmly stuck. Afraid trying to help might cause more harm than good, I decided to wait and see if he could figure it out for himself. It took a few minutes, but he did gradually squeeze himself out, landing safely in the flowers. You just never know where you might come across these sweet little guys!
I often come across some interesting feathers on my walks. I know the larger one came from a Wild Turkey, but I don’t recognize the smaller one.
The unseasonably hot weather finally moved on, and I think I have put away the shorts and sandals for a while. Knowing the chilly morning would keep the mosquitoes at bay, Abbie and I headed for the Nature Conservancy for our walk.
Cupflowers seem to be blooming late this year, but are putting on a good show now.
I have been nurturing a patch of these next to my lawn, but they don’t really appreciate my dry, sandy soil. They seem to do better at the conservancy near the ponds and swamps.
Didn’t have the camera with me today, but I thought my cell phone did a pretty decent job. Haven’t mastered a simple way of transferring them from the phone to the computer, so I cheat and e-mail them to myself!
As Summer winds down, chilly nights often bring foggy mornings. Although I don’t look forward to the cold weather to come, I do enjoy walking in the fog. It muffles sound and gives me a feeling of privacy.
The campground in the Park was full to capacity over the holiday weekend, and even though a few stragglers remained this morning, they were hidden from my view. Abbie and I do enjoy having the Park all to ourselves!
I came across some Jewelweed growing next to the lake, and the moisture clinging to its petals really helped it live up to its colorful name.
Hummingbirds have been busy at my feeder, packing on the calories before heading south for the winter. I envy them. I have always said if I had wings and no job, I would head south for the winter too!
For many years now, I have attended the Balloon Festival held every August in Metamora.
Each year I tell myself I have enough balloon photos in my hard drive and will just go to observe and enjoy, but it is such a colorful occasion, I just can’t resist snapping ‘just a few photos’.
Every year it seems to draw more and more spectators and the amount of traffic creeping through this tiny village is just mind-boggling. The handful of village police officers have to bring in temporary officers to help direct traffic and keep parking organized, and they do an outstanding job.
Good weather is critical for a safe launch. I have seen launches cancelled because of high winds or threatening storms, but last weekend the weather could not have been more perfect. Sunny, not too hot as shade is scarce for the hundreds of spectators, and hardly a breath of wind! I lost count of the number of balloons, but there must have been about 20. I was glad I didn’t leave my camera home after all!