Summer is at full tilt in northern Wisconsin, and I found myself on very short walk that if I stopped and lingered that I could see things that I would not have seen.
Find a spot to delay time and see what you did not know there was to see.
Old Boats
Went on a photo quest to the Minocqua Antiques Boat show to see if I could capture the mastery of style and craftsmanship of old wooden and fiberglass boats that had lovingly been restored and preserved to time remembered.
I determined to not photo the extensive whole of these works of time but instead to show the flair of their elements of shape and form that might be missed looking at the complete vessel you may even be able to find this intrepid photographer I one of the photos?
Woo wooo woooo let the owls out.
Spring a time of beginning and I got the opportunity to photo a family of Bared owls.
A baby owl looking out into this unknown world from a hollow of a tree as the mom keeps an eye on me and what I am doing I wonder what they think of me?
Also this time of year pan fish are nesting protecting their eggs so that they can hatch.
The bass’s eggs have hatched but it is still protective of its fry.
Spring has Sprung
The energy of spring has formed flowers to emerge all around.
The bees and bugs are busy and getting busy?
An eagle rests.
And then the rains of spring roll in and interrupt the reflections on the water.
Here from There
On May the 4th 2022 I took my new knee out for a walk.
Even though it had been a long cold winter I was surprised to see that Star Lake was still frozen over as I turned down the road to the Trampers trail.
Snow was still hiding in the shade on the trail and in patches along my hike.
The sun of spring still had not brought out the buds on the trees or caused the grass to green but gave hope as I positioned myself to enjoy its warmth.
Patience is what I was being told to practice with my knee replacement recovery and also the recapture of summer. By May 14 2022 I could detect that spring could be delayed but not stopped.
I could no longer hold out my want to test my new knee in the water. The air temperature was a record setting 88 and the water temperature was a not so inviting 58 degrees when I entered Bass Lake. As I was getting my fins on two loons popped up out of the water to welcome me back and then disappeared below the surface of the water.
I endured for forty minutes in the brisk water my hands and feet throbbing from the chill of the water while my shoulders began to burn from the heat of the sun.
Like the plats on land the plants in the water were starting to reach for the warmth of the sun and as I photo’d them a sun fish checked me out from above and I made it from here there here
Air dweller
I am in the middle of my recovery from knee replacement and I have not kept up on my blog posts. The ice is still on the lakes of northern Wisconsin but it is showing signs of withdrawing and hiding until it is recalled and reruns next winter. With my limited mobility I think of all the places I need to return to and places I need to checkout and photo.
My mind deliberates on the fish I come across on my snorkeling adventures and I wonder what they think of me and why I am there, or do they just think “look an air dweller what is it doing here?”
Pan fish and bass seem to be the most curious of the freshwater fish I come across they stop their routine and examine me and will look me strait in the eye.
Muskies the largest fish in the fresh water lakes of northern Wisconsin are loners and I will sometimes catch them out of the corner of my eye shadowing me and when I turn to photo them they tire of me and easily disappear into the surroundings.
Perch try to camouflage into their environment keeping their distance while keeping an eye I on me.
Crappies are a shy fish that when we encounter each other they are gone as soon as I see them.
One of the wariest fish is the trout and of all my years snorkeling I have only chanced on them one at a time as they dart past into the safety of the deep.
This past fall was the first time I was astonished to see a school of them pass right in front of me making me wonder if I am the fun house mirror of the things I see.
Summer Dreams
My thoughts drift over an ice and snow covered lake in the middle of March in northern Wisconsin.
Aspirations of a not so far-off time when a warming sun hangs in the sky longer and I can get back to this same lake and snorkel its unfrozen waters.
Where tree roots and fallen trees take on the appearances of mythical beasts waiting for me to snorkel by and photograph them.
I can spend my time exploring favorite spots to see how time and the seasons have changed them since I was there last year.
Or I can adventure off into bays I have not yet explored and photographed.
Until nature reminds me who is in charge and tells me when it’s time to go.
No sign of spring
Hello from a winter wonderland
As of Sunday there has been no sigh of spring.
Winds blowing fresh snow early in the week have made for new back drops for the sun when it materializes to make intricate shadow illustrations.
Shadow Tracks
Early February in northern Wisconsin not a cloud to be seen and the temperature is 7 degrees above zero Fahrenheit. The daylight hours are getting longer but the sun still rides low across the horizon making long shadows on the snow. Dressed like a polar explorer the cold can still be felt as you travel through it and breathe in the arctic atmosphere.
Erratic Paths of footprints of animals I cannot identify are easily seen in the snow. Where are they going and why or are they out for a walk enjoying a cold sunny day in February just like me?
Turtles
The fall of 2021 was a mild one and saw me snorkeling in the lakes of northern Wisconsin up to the end of October. The water and the air were not only warm enough for me but also turtles. I would have figured by that time of year the turtles would have been burrowed down in the mud hibernating and waiting for spring and they probably thought the same of me.
There are many stories of turtles in First Nations folklore from north America was created on the back of a turtle to turtles are associated with healing, wisdom and spirituality.
We crossed paths often in the fall of 2021 and I hope they imparted some of their wisdom on me if not I enjoyed there company.
All of the photos below are of the Painted turtle – all except one – can you find the snapping turtle?
Happy Holidays
Wishing that you take time to slow down and enjoy the life around you – get out for a walk and see what nature has given you.
The making of Thanksgiving pumpkin soup photo exposition
First Snow
Snow had gracefully dusted the ground and trees like powdered sugar on a donut reminding me that winter would again return to northern Wisconsin.
The lakes had not yet iced over but small puddles did and they trapped air in geometric shapes on their surface.
Snow landed on the tops of brush that high water had broken off to give the manifestation that snow mushrooms had sprouted out of the lake.
The snow filled in the spaces around needles of the white pine turning them into tiny winter Sputniks that orbited their planet trees.
Birds nourished themselves on suit and seeds preparing for the long winter.
Shapes and reflections materialized on the surface of the lake on this cold and cloudy day that had chaperoned this first snow.
Boo! blog
This Halloween when you find yourself on the road to nowhere
And you cross the boundary from real to surreal
You happenstance on the oracle of past and future
Who guides you through the windows of actuality
Remember to brush and floes those teeth after eating all that candy.
Courting the Muse
As a photographer / artist inspiration is all around me but I cannot always find it and as the saying goes – I can’t see the forest because of the trees.
I must open my mind and my camera lens and court my Muse appreciating that I might not find the picture I am looking for but discover the photo that opportunity gives me.
On a recent fall day driving aimlessly the back roads in the western part of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula I crest the top of a hill to discover a phantasmagoria of falls delight.
I park my car and ramble around this panorama camera at the ready.
Also in my drive I find an old mining town now a museum and photo the fall colors mirrored in the old windows.
I enjoy the trees around me as I thank the Muse for allowing me this happenstance of life and beauty.
Fun with fall
“They” say it’s October and if it weren’t for the trees turning colors I would say “they” were wrong. Traditionally in northern Wisconsin this time of year can be an abrupt transformation from summer but not this year. The temperatures have been the 70’s and low 80’s and the temperature of my local lakes has been at 70 degrees and I have been having fun with fall like a Lab happily searching for a stick lost in falls reflections in a lake.
You can have fun with the 2 photos bellow taken of the same spot, on the same day but from different distances – can you find the blue boat in the first photo? And do you see the circle of minnows in the second photo?
In the next 2 photos bellow how many fish are in each photo?
After all that hard work my reward to you is that you take time and enjoy the kaleidoscope of colors and life that I have been encountering and photo’ing.
Top to bottom
Summer has decided to spend more time vacationing in the Northwood’s of Wisconsin and me and my eight year old self are grateful and we hop on the bike and head to the beach for a swim.
I swim in the reflection of the clouds that mirror the sky above
The undersurface of the lake mirrors the world underwater like the surface does the sky above.
Do the clouds, sun, fish, plants and I occupy two planes of reality at the same time?
My Reality
I was swimming through a parallel universe chasing cosmic dust bunny’s – that’s the best I can explain it to you without using sock puppets.
I knew I had to change the backdrop of my everyday existence to something more basic … I needed to go camping.
My timing was perfect for camping on the Keweenaw Peninsula’s east side, 4 days of sunshine, temperatures in the mid 70’s, lake Superiors temperature a balmy 64 degrees, no bugs, the nine site rustic campground I was camping in only had 3 other campers that I never got close enough to talk to.
Dreamlike sun rises and sun sets filled the space around me with ever changing colorful possibilities of light and motion that I hope my photos can convey to you.
In the mornings Lake Superior would be calm and I would snorkel out to photo the sunlight refracting through the ever-changing surface on the sand waves that form on the bottom and I would try to capture with my camera their reflection on the underside of the surface.
By the afternoon the wind would pick up and the waves would roll in and I would hop on my bike and ride to the modern ancient ruins and pictographs of a mining operation long but abandoned.
On my ride I stopped for a complimentary lunch of free range apples.
There was also wildlife to photo.
At night when the sun had disappeared bellow the horizon I would watch the stars slowly reveal themselves as I sat by the fire.
My last day I packed up my camping gear and headed over to the west side of the Keweenaw Peninsula to see the monks at Poor Rock Abbey and purchase some of their jams and baked goods before touring there gardens.
I spent the night in a quaint motel in Eagle Harbor enjoying a hot shower, sleeping in a bed and preparing myself for reentry back into my reality.
Impermanent Wave
The heat of summer rises out of the plains and joy rides with the jet stream and they cross Lake Superior spawning disturbances on the surface of the great lake from a mild wrinkle to a hell storm.
On this day it’s just the commonplace wave on Lake Superior that is colliding into the prehistoric land mass that I am snorkeling around.
The water temperature is in the high 60’s to very low 70’s the mass of brown rock welcomes the heat of the sun to warm the water around Point Abbey.
The sprawling fields of rock around Point Abbey contain no fresh water aquatic plants and I can find no fish to photograph hiding around the erratic car sized boulders.
My attention is then amused with the waves as they roll in and plow into the rocks turning under and over the water mixing with the air before heading back out and become this day’s photo’ing subject.
Flowers for Helen
August 13th would have been my mother, Helen’s 96 birthday. In August there is an eruption of colorful flowers and as children my brothers and I would pick wild flowers for her birthday and now I photo and share them with you – for Helen!
