Here's my latest pottery ad, which I gave the clickbait title of "12 ways to avoid the zombie apocalypse." https://youtu.be/0_StkL8mZhw
The weather is so nice one can hardly complain about it... I dug
carrots yesterday, and our dry summer plus a new digitally automated
sprinkling system led to the smallest carrot crop we've had in
years--lots of healthy greens but all small carrots... I think
the watering wasn't deep enough for them. And our fresh
freen tomatoes are nearly all ripened now, whereas other years they've
lasted till Christmas. It's a good thing we don't have to rely on
our garden for the whole year's food, although it's nice the things
that do last... We dug potatoes last week, and the rough skins
common last year were gone, so that was a plus for the year... We
also had enough Italian prunes to can some, as well as apple
sauce... These are all the things I should be eating instead of
leftover Halloween candy...
Yesterday I walked along the shore of the lake by the public access and
the verge is strewn with dead and dying kokanee salmon, who mate and
die at this time of year, although I've never noticed them in that area
before... There are a couple of eagles in the area for the easy
pickins... We may gather some for fertilizer...
Today we practiced for the Fall Folk Festival this weekend--here's a link to one of the songs we'll be playing...
Keep my skillet good and greasy
What a difference a day makes--2016 election... Like the ending
of Monty Python and The Holy Grail, I like to keep on the happy side of
life, so here's a brief sequel to my ad from last week: https://youtu.be/y2PF3XHe6o0
Because it was a second record warm day for this date, Butters and I
walked around the Mill Pond, seeing immature and mature bald eagles and
a heron up on top of a tree... So here are some photos:
It's a rare day when the sun is bright enough for me to get good photos
of eagles--my camera is not a high end telephoto... I got other eagle
photos but I was thinking today about how as a nature photographer I
frequently lie, by cropping or even photoshopping, to get a totally
natural appearing photo in a humanly altered environment... The
owner of this house might like the photo of the eagle in front of it,
but most of us would prefer the eagle without the house.
It was a splendid afternoon to photograph the Mill Pond, which I often
refer to as my "haystacks," a subject frequently painted by Renoir in
different lights... Longtime readers of my blog have seen
many photos of the Mill Pond, but I've never shown the half with cabins
and houses before. Here's an uncropped photo with a couple of
cabins in it...
And yes, by most standards they're very tastefully included...
But the cropped photo from a slightly different vantage point gives the illusion of nature wild and free...
And here's a cropped photo of the heron on top of a tree:
Another perfect warm fall day. We walked alpng the beach at the
public access of Spirit Lake. There were lots of kokanee, living
and dead in the water and on the shore... Butters got
interested in fishing for them:
He knows the "Leave it" command well enough that he didn't try eating any of them.
My brother had a golden retriever that liked to stand in the water
watching fish... One time he pulled out a long northern
pike. After that he fished a lot but never caught another that
I'm aware of..
This is the view looking towards the Mill Pond and public access from
along the shore. The water levels came up after our record
October rains, but are still well below the spring full pool levels...
We went for a walk around the Mill Pond again today, and every day is different...
First, the wet weather made me realize that the very common snowberries
are at their best this year (and no, you can't eat them)...
In spite of the warm weather, there was a bright sundog, sometimes to
the right of the sun (I'm blocking out the sun with my hand) and
sometimes to the left... Usually I associate these with cold
January days, formed by ice crystals in the high atmosphere... A
closeup shows the sundog is a pale rainbow...
In the wild corner of the Mill Pond these hooded mergansers were
hanging out. There were kokanee under the bridge, and dead
kokanee floating into the Mill Pond, but I didn't see any along the
shore. We also were mutually surprised with an immature bald
Another year, another Fall Folk Festival. It will take a week or
more to edit and put on the web the photos, but this photo fragment
from a young Gaelic band caught my eye:
I thought it looked like a Renaissance painting....
It's been raining on and off and varying from 32 to 40 for the last
week. The migrating waterfowl make every visit to the lake quite
different. A week ago we saw 13 bald eagles and 3 great blue
herons--this week none... The dead salmon that were lining the
shore were devoured by hundreds of seagulls....
Here's a view of Priest River last week...
Best year ever for mushrooms.
We got our first snow that has lasted through the day on grassy
areas... But I took this picture at Priest Lake last weekend,
where I went to play guitar for 3 hours on Saturday:
We mostly have views of the ridge and Mt. Spokane
around here--Priest Lake has a number of nice mountains in view--I
don't know the name of this one, visible from Autumn's Loft...
The weather is expected to barely go above freezing for the rest
of the week, so we cleaned gutters, improved drainage, and picked final
chard and broccoli from our garden, as well as covering up the carrots
left in the ground. "All is safely gathered in, ere the winter
Every day at the lake is a treat, with the migrating birds passing through...
Here's a common merganser on a log...
There are about 80 waterbirds identifiable with binoculars on this
smooth water--buffleheads, hooded and common mergansers, ring necked
ducks... But you can't see any in this photo.
Here are some mergansers and ring necks out about a mile with the first island cabin in the background.
Books read and other media of note
Twenty Three by Stephanie Evanovich. A successful formula
for mirth and mayhem wins again, with a mystery that holds together
fairly cohesively throughout. Though who cares about the
mystery. We want the car explosions. Ok, an ice cream truck
Wold's trilogy. Some pulp novels from the 1980's with
titles like Lair of the Cyclops, with enough insignificant details like
describing how many doors there were in every room in a labrynth to
help me fall back to sleep at night, so that was the saving grace...
City by Dave Barry. Screwball comedy in the manner of
"Bringing up Baby" brought up to date by generally hilarious Dave