Landscape, Nature, Weather

After the Storm

double rainbow over the White River delta.

Immediately following last night’s storm a perfect double rainbow appeared over Whitehall and the White River delta on Michigan’s sunset side. Unfortunately, my lens wasn’t wide enough to capture the entire semi circle.

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Art, Dreams, Landscape, Nature, Nightmares, photography, Poetry

Middle of the Night

Abstract image of sunrise over the rippled sruface of a lake.

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Almost noon in the middle of the night where time has never been

Ripples sneak across the surface without moving in space that never was

Light bends its waves in a continuum that will never be.

 

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Art, Landscape, Nature, photography, Travel, Weather

Holy Place

Duck Lake, Muskegon County, Michigan, USA

With barely a hint of breeze and quiet – so quiet, you could hear normal speaking voices from shore. The combination of sound, soft light and stillness in the air made me feel as if Duck Lake, this morning, was a most holy place. On the other hand, the fish weren’t biting and I still haven’t won the lottery. So, just what does happen in holy places anyway?

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Art, Outdoor Sports, Photojournalism, Weather

Sunrise on White Lake

Sun breaking through the fog on White Lake.

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Sunrises and sunsets on the lake are almost always spectacular. This was taken on my smartphone yesterday morning about 7:00 o’clock. There were more fishermen out than I had expected; 10 minutes earlier we couldn’t see the boat next to us because of the fog.

By 11:00 o’clock, it had greatly dissipated, but not completely. We nearly had our limit of Bluegills and headed for the cleaning station at the Montague boat launch to beat the rush of other fishermen who might have the same idea.

I keep thinking, “I am not a morning person,” nonetheless, I have posted many more sunrise pictures here than sunset pictures. I would much rather go to bed well after sundown and sleep in the following morning, but it seems that whenever my friend, Wes, asks if I want to go fishing, I always say, “Yes, of course. What time?” – Oh crap, he wants to go early in the morning. So, there I am, often before sunrise, helping to launch the boat. Clearly, I am not the man that I think I am.

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