Misty Marsh

Behind my house there is a marsh next to a river. 
Last week the temperature dropped rapidly and made beautiful mist rise from the rushes. Early in the morning, as the sun starts peeking over the tree line, it is a very quiet and peaceful place. Who would know that the freeway to the city is just a few 1000 feet away.

My Family

I love every one of them ....

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Fish Tugs of the Greatest Lake

Jolene

JOLENE 248708 Built by Burger Boat Co. in 1945 for Joseph Felbinger, Chicago, Ill., the 55 ft. x 14 ft all steel vessel was equipped with a 100-120 hp Kahlenberg oil engine. MVUS lists Felbinger as owner until 1974, Marie Wisocki, Chicago, 1975-1981; Jeffrey Furness, Michigan City, Ind., in 1989, and Paragon Fish Corp.(Dan Anderson), Milwaukee, up to the present. Furness was the owner for a number of years, and repowered with a Volvo diesel. Anderson has repowered with a Caterpillar D3406 diesel, and still owns the boat.

The JOLENE made news in August, 2006, when the boat freed the grounded 68-foot yacht of basketball star Latrell Sprewell, after unsuccessful attempts by the Coast Guard and the Milwaukee Police harbor unit.

Poppies

Orange flowers, Spring bloom

Rise from the ground like fire

Fragile and strong, us

Ride anyone?

The Wizard of Gripes

During a recent visit to Portland, Oregon I find myself wondering what went wrong in the Midwest? Why is it that the coasts seem to be the locations dominated by the idea of ending sprawl with their fancy environmentally conscious metro systems, pedestrian friendly areas, and a limit of one fast food restaurant per mile instead of per foot? Did "The Wizard of Oz" not get the message across regarding coastal train barons and the non-wealthy person's plight for economically sound investments? *sigh* I'm moving to France.

window to the past

In today's travels, I found this remains of a stone house off an old road outside Filmore. I pulled in the grassy, overgrown drive and got out to look at what was once someone's home. This view is from the outside, looking in through the window. It sort of felt as if someone was looking back at me.