Notice
Friedrich Nietzsche
Anticipation
Halloween is big in the USA. It’s as big with adults as it is with kids on a sugar high from all that candy. To those who celebrate, Happy Halloween!
Waiting for the announcement of a winner at a local costume contest.
See The Yellow Buses
Down at the Bus Stop
Early in the morning,
See the yellow Buses
Standing in a row.
~ Unknown
Montague Pumpkin Roll!
From Michigan Backroads:
“For years, the Montague residents have told stories of late night ‘rollings’ when youngsters raced to outwit authorities by sending pumpkins off the back of pick-up trucks. Now, the ROLL is sanctioned and ribbons and buttons are awarded to the winners of each heat! When they holler “ready-set-go,” veteran pumpkin rollers get ready to unleash a pack of rolling pumpkins down the Dowling Street Hill in downtown Montague, Michigan. Hundreds of residents and visitors wait in line to roll their favorite pumpkin down this mid-town hill.
The famous Pumpkin Roll down Dowling Hill (also known as the Town Hill and the Franklin Hill) begins with registration at 9:30 am. The event features over 700 pumpkin rolling contestants from age six months to age 95. Fun for the whole family with pumpkin pie baking contests, seed spitting contests, pumpkin painting and carving contests – and much more. The White Lake Senior Center will have food specials to go along with vendors selling elephant ears, hot dogs, pizzas, candied apples, etc. For more information, call the White Lake Area Chamber of Commerce at 231-893-4585.”
I LOVE fall in Michigan.
Link: http://michiganbackroads.com/Festivals/PumpkinMontague.aspx
Edit: I should clarify, the video is my work. I planned to post photos but the video was a perfect summation of the whole festival; young and old chasing pumpkins down a hill. There were other activities but the roll was the thing.
It was my first time visiting the festival. We almost moved to Montague on the strength of it’s ‘artsy’ vibe and the fact they do stuff like this pumpkin roll as a community.
On the strength of my vid I’ve snared some younger family members interested in going up with me next year. I LOVE fall in Michigan!
Summer’s End
As promised, ‘You Are There’ vids of one of the last upwind rides of 2018.
Later, coming in after dark that same evening, we passed some Melges (our one design fleet) ‘pumping’ their way home. The wind died with the sunset and they do not carry motors so they rock/pump the boat to get it to move.
I hope you enjoy this bit of my world.
Close of Summer
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ~ Dr. Seuss
We have been finishing our races in the dark, even when we win. The Days are shorter, the dusks are chill. This is my view from last week’s race. I was keeping out of the slot on the low side. The sunset was spectacular. I have a couple of richly colored ‘you are there’ short vids that I’ll have to load on Vimeo and put up here so you can experience the quieter times (downwind) on a sail race.
Seasons: The Michigan Irish Music Fest
The seasons turn and you know summer is almost over when the Michigan Irish Music Festival hits town. It stays for a lovely 4 days the second weekend in September. You can eat, drink, listen to the story telling competition, hear school children play their fiddles en masse, watch elaborately costumed young people compete in step dance, attend a mock Irish Wake, compete in Highland Games, see a dog show of Celtic breeds (there’s more than the Irish Setter), have a quiet cuppa by a beautiful lake, but the heart of the festival is music.
To be clear; the heart of the festival is drinking and dancing while listening to Irish Music.
The Heart of Michigan Irish Fest; Scythian from DuneLight on Vimeo.I am summer
“I am Summer, come to lure you away from your computer… come dance on my fresh grass, dig your toes into my beaches.” ~Oriana Green, @NatureSpirits
Summer, where we take our computers in hand and walk them to the beach with our dogs.
~ Me
To be fair she was likely sharing the glory of the setting day by texting shots to her friends, just as I am sharing with my friends. It’s all good, whatever brings you joy.
Summer Sky
A couple play with their dog.
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
~Emily Dickinson, c.1879
Friends gather to watch the sun set.
All sunsets are glorious –
~ Me
“Bank of Wild Grass”
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
This is a high resolution shot I took last night just before sunset. That white dot is a man sitting with his dog in his lap. He did not stay long as it is against park rules to climb the dunes. You can see how old paths and new paths have worn the face of it. As with all beach areas, erosion is a constant, but, boy that dune grass is magnificent; golden in the setting sun. I’m sure it was the siren call that made him jump the fence.
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