I took a a close-up photo of my tree in my back yard this fall:
And I decided to paint it.
Took a while, but I finally finished it.
And that’s it.
I’m done painting leaves.
Until next year.
But I still managed to find some nice pockets of color.
No colors in this last one, but it was a gorgeous October day, and warm enough to paddle in shorts until sunset .
Sometimes when I take a photo, I know it’s going to be a painting. I just don’t know when I’ll get around to actually painting it.
It can be days. Or years.
I took this one a year ago.
I started painting it last May.
And then put it away, and started it again.
And then put it away and started it again.
And then it was summer, and fishing started,. So even though it was 95% done, I put it away again for 4 months.
Now, it’s FINALLY finished.
And I am DONE with it.
(Phew! This was painful).
Sometimes when you go fishing, you know it isn’t going to be a good day. It’s too windy. Or too cool. Or the water’s too choppy.
Or maybe you just feel lethargic…and you suspect the fish probably do too.
But if you put in enough time, if you keep coming back, sooner or later, you’re going to get one of those “perfect days”.
Where the water is like a mill pond.
Where there’s just enough mugginess in the air to keep things interesting.
And when you approach the shoreline, you feel excited, because you KNOW there’s gotta be fish there.
And even the signs in the sky seem to be favorable.
And when you find that right spot and BAM…! BAM…! BAM…! BAM…! You can do no wrong.
And you’ve had one of these “perfect” fishing days.
And they’re rare.
You might only get 1 or 2 day s like this the entire year. If you’re lucky.
And you might come back to the same spot 3 days later, and it will be a whole different ball game.
They may not even be biting at all.
Or they might be biting even BETTER than before. .
You just never know.
I guess that’s why they call it “fishing” instead of “catching”.
Either way, I’m addicted.
1. Keweenaw Bay
Saturday, just north of L’Anse. Kind of a miserable day.
2. Copper Harbor
Sunday morning. That’s the ferry to Isle Royale, though I”m not sure if it was running yet.
3. Copper Harbor
Fishermen going after splake.
The day was calm, but you could hear thunder coming from the dark clouds on the far horizon, so low in frequency as to barely be audible.
It was very ominous.
4. Near Eagle Harbor
Just ~ 10 miles down the road from the fishermen.
5. Near Eagle Harbor
6. Bete Grise
Cold and damp…it was 48F. But an hour later, just 40 km to the south at the town of Laurium, it was in the mid 70’s.
7. Between Marquette and Munsiing
Later that same day. It was warm, sunny and calm, almost summer-like.
It was a totally different lake.
8. Twelve Mile Beach (Picture Rocks National Lakeshore)
The next day (Monday).
Needless to say, this was off-peak tourist season, and I had the entire place to myself.
A storm was building on the horizon again, and the water had a greenish grey hue.
9. Twelve Mile Beach
Exact same location, just facing East instead of West.
It’s amazing how much the lake can change, even just by turning around 180 degrees.
10. Grand Marais
A small beach town on the lake, though nobody was really there this time of year.
I didn’t get out of the car much. The storm had caught up with me and it was a torrential downpour.
11. Whitefish Point
Later Monday afternoon. Close to where the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald happened.
This view is from the lighthouse.
12. Whitefish Point
Facing West…with yet another storm building on the horizon.
13. Near Paradiseer
Facing east, just south of the town of Paradise.
Though it didn’t feel like paradise that day.
Superior was being a real witch, and the storm system followed my for 500 km on my drive home.