Morning Mist

Looking across Hoffman Mill Pond up the Portage River in Three Rivers early in the morning. Two swans are floating in the middle of the fog; this is almost a monochrome by itself.

Cloudy morning Skywatch

An ominous sky this morning about 7:30 am, from the Peeler Street Bridge. (Click for larger - there is some color in those clouds.)

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Ring-billed Gulls

A large flock of Ring-billed Gulls (Larus delawarensis) flies above the St. Joseph River near downtown Three Rivers. The gulls follow major waterways, like the St. Joseph, up from Lake Michigan, and are often seen on area lakes as well. When I first moved here I found that very strange, but many sea-going birds are found along the St. Joseph River.

Taking to the air

Many kinds of aircraft land at the Three Rivers Airport (Dr. Blanche Haines Munincipal Airport, HAI). Behind the experimental craft you can see a more conventional plane landing.

Happy equinox -- the official change of season date; vernal or autumnal, depending on where you are!

Bad Hair Day

The llamas - or are they alpacas? at the Three Rivers' petting zoo have been trimmed; now they look like giant poodles.

Monochrome on Monday

The shadow of the child's ride in the park seems as much a reflection as a shadow. Or like one continuous, odd sculpture.

See more from the world of monochrome at The Monochrome Weekly. (Find "monochrome" in the tag cloud to see mine.)

Sunday Breakfast

Our favorite neighborhood breakfast place just closed (for a move) so we are out for our early Sunday breakfast, looking in other neighborhoods. Today we tried "Dad's Place", tucked into a factory district. Nelson Algren wrote, "Never eat at a place called Mom's", but Dad's was a bit of all right. Very good omelette and American-fry potatoes (baked, then sliced and fried, usually with onions, peppers, etc.) all in the usual midwestern vast quantities. Most of the clientele were enormous beefy men in baseball caps, wearing sports team t-shirts with the arms torn off, although we did see a few other breakfasters from our old place. It was very busy, we were lucky to get a table! In the kitchen two bone-skinny women darted about among stacks of eggs and oranges. Dad was nowhere to be seen.