This Thursday, May 17 I have the pleasure of interviewing Dan Egan, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel Great Lakes Reporter, and author of The Death and Life of the Great Lakes. Egan will read excerpts from his book, participate in a discussion, and take questions from the audience. The event takes place at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center, complete details here.
“I’m out painting and people ask what I’m doing. I tell them I’m painting. They look at the canvas and they look at me and they look at the canvas. “Really?” they ask. I don’t know what else they think I’m doing. “Yes, really.” – Lynn Rix, plein air painter in every season
Well I hope you’re not yet sick of my Lake Michigan pictures, because it’s only January and we have a few more months of gorgeous winter icecano shoreline. This is one of about three dozen pictures I took from this vantage point. I knew instantly that this was my favorite by how the waves look like they’re taking a bite out of the icy shoreline while winking at you. The Great Lakes are pretty incredible, I’m fortunate to gaze upon them often.
The Lake Michigan shore this morning. It’s been cold in Milwaukee, and icecanos are developing above the beach. Should continue to be a lovely season with lots of opportunities for Great Lakes nature photography.
The view from above Lake Michigan was quite stunning today.
My friend Andy at Rustoration Cycles spent some time with me making this bike run and ride pretty nice. It still needs a chain, some side covers so I don’t rip out the wiring while kicking it, and a few other things. 35 miles an hour can feel surprisingly fast – and fun – when a bike that makes you pay attention and work for every little bit. Makes the morning commute feel like a little more of an adventure. Still not sure what to name it. Any suggestions? How about Chainsaw Symphony? Taking a brief ride around the city a song kept playing through my head:
with the sound
of two stroke.
From what I’m told this is heat lightning. It was odd, seemed to emanate from nowhere in particular, and rarely did you ever see a bolt. For awhile I thought there was a kid in a backyard playing with a high intensity light. Couldn’t hear any thunder. Funky.