Three images and a few lyrics.

Am I blue
Am I blue
Ain’t these tears in my eyes tellin’ you

Am I blue

You would be, too
If your plans with your man
Done fell through


There was a time
That I was his only one
And now I’m the sad and lonely one, lonely…”


With nods to Ella Fitzgerald, Tom Robbins and the Abandoned Sawmill

Wabi Sabi returns in two weeks. Stay away from my sawmill while I am gone.

Whaddaya think?

A. Quiet Riot or

B. Silence of the Lambs or…


say it with me, now:

C. Abandoned Sawmill.

You make the call.

Five images

Just playing with some mood here.






Actually, one of my favorite sites is named, appropriately enough,  “Noir” and showcases…daily, no less!…the wonderful black and white photography of my blogger-friend, Gavin.

Six images

A return to the sawmill series, looking at some rusty details.

Two different shots here. I framed the pipe up in both portrait and landscape. Each says something a little different.



I’ve not been Faithful Blogger this fall season. (NOT that I have been unfaithful to you. No, no no.)


I decided that this year, I would take full and glorious advantage of being unemployed and scheduled as many adventures as two months could hold. Good plan, Wabi Sabi!


Four trips down, one (maybe two?) to go: I believe I have used these two months to their fullest, though as a result, I’ve been light on the posting and commenting.


I’m not one to make excuses, but some of the places I’ve been have heretofore only been glimpsed by the Google Earth satellite. And then, as you well know, internet connections are often spotty in war zones. And what do you DO when a python eats your backup battery? I may have mentioned that I was (true story) drummed out of the Girl Scouts when I was 12 for being “insubordinate.” Well, apparently I missed the Heimlich on a Python badge work.


What I’m trying to say is that once I am home and fully debriefed by the State Department on this last little outing, I will give you my undivided attention.

Just two.




Six pictures 

Sturgeon Bay along the channel on a chilly gray Sunday afternoon.


 I came to take more tugboat shots, I was EAGER to take more tugboat shots…but my Muse kept circling me like a border collie, herding me toward the coiled ropes.


When I finally surrendered, I ended up with a series that I’m pretty happy with.

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Way to go, Muse!



Eight photos.

It was a lovely visit to the Great North and I was delighted to see friends and check out some of the settings for my misspent youth. I think our exorcisms went well, all things considered. (I feel that Karen’s tap-dance routine on you-know-who’s grave was questionable, but there really was a lot of history there, so who am I to judge?

And I did rediscover the delights of a Brandy Old-Fashioned. So that was something, too.


I packed two cameras, three lenses and some assorted cards and batteries, but didn’t anticipate much of anything for photo ops. I was dead wrong.

Can you say Abandoned Sawmill?

Holy cow holy cow holy cow. 

What follows is a mere sampler. As time goes on, I will prep and arrange the 600+ other shots (!) in a more coherent order, but once again, my lack of self-discipline (what is this delayed gratification of which you speak?) makes it imperative to offer these NOW.

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These three thumbnails are included to give you some idea of the size of this operation. Click on them for full-sized views.