You might have noticed I've been a little absent lately from this blog. That's because I'm smack in the middle of a huge meltdown, trying to get EVERYTHING done before I leave next Monday on my trip to China and another country-that-shall-not-be-named.
By "everything," I mean all the normal outdoor fall chores to prepare the place for winter, plus all the pre-trip stuff, AND all the projects I should have been working on all summer instead of spending days picking up litter over 56 miles of highway (and totaling 504 bags).
Those are my excuses.
Now, to catch up on a few things:
What do you think:
Over Achievers?
Which brings me to announcing that Rilly is the winner by one vote on the "Name That 'Shroom" contest. Second was Dark Sculptures, and Beth was third.
Rilly will be receiving this set of note cards, reproductions of paintings made by the Seward High School art class. Each one portrays a familiar scene in Seward.
This fish below is a spawning sockeye salmon. They are not good to eat when they turn red.
Here are two of them in a small pond a couple hundred yards from my home.
And here's what happens after they spawn. Fins up--and not the dorsal fin, either
Some autumn colors for your enjoyment:
Across the highway from my home.
In my yard.
Kenai River.
Out my front windows. The colors don't show up well because the camera's meter is in the house looking at a backlit scene, and all that photographic mumbo-jumbo. As if I knew what I was talking about.
Fireweed in fall colors.
Fireweed blossoms gone to seed.
See the tiny seed with their cottony wings? They're waiting for a nice stiff breeze to send them flying. Then they get into everything--especially your nose. Seriously, try walking through a field of them when they're like this. You have to hold your hands over your face to cover your nose. And keep your mouth shut.
Foggy morning at Tern Lake.
Foggy morning at Lower Summit Lake.
One more thing about the Alaska State Fair. I SO-O-O-O-O wanted to do this, but I couldn't find them. I suspect someone couldn't keep the chopper inside the circle, and maybe it's on the North Slope by now.
In my pre-trip meltdown, I have been spending quality hours and hours and hours with this thing:
I used it to grind off all the six layers of Behr Rawhide sealer/finish that had failed on the log cabin siding on my home. This morning I got the last of it off--the three top logs. The rest already has three coats of a new sealer/finish on it.
The "clear" color of the new stuff obviously isn't the color of the old stuff--you can see a piece of the other wall on the left side. I suppose I'll have to do the whole bloomin' house now.
Distance from ground to soffit? Twenty-one feet.
And last, a sunset at Tern Lake. I had to darken the image to get the reflection of the pink sky in the water.
I am officially wigging out now. Four days to go....
Tern Lake, late evening.
Oh, yeah.
See how well they're camouflaged?
So, is it true?
Soon there were two, and another in the brush.
Note the feathered legs. You'd want feathered legs, too, if you waded around in snow most of the year.
Here are two of them in a small pond a couple hundred yards from my home.
Across the highway from my home.
Out my front windows. The colors don't show up well because the camera's meter is in the house looking at a backlit scene, and all that photographic mumbo-jumbo. As if I knew what I was talking about.
Fireweed in fall colors.
Fireweed blossoms gone to seed.
See the tiny seed with their cottony wings? They're waiting for a nice stiff breeze to send them flying. Then they get into everything--especially your nose. Seriously, try walking through a field of them when they're like this. You have to hold your hands over your face to cover your nose. And keep your mouth shut.
Foggy morning at Tern Lake.
Foggy morning at Lower Summit Lake.
