The canines relax at warp speed
The lake before the rip currents came
These show that I have not been here since May. Dead and deader
Grandpa is living large
This is the dog equivalent of bunk beds
Henry is not sure about Milly
Henry has been added to my shrine. How he has changed since Day 1.
At least someone enjoyed my dead flowers
Sunset self portrait- note the big waves
Written when Pat was 4, our first summer
The tiny dots of light on the horizon are Chicago- Hancock and Sears Tower, maybe...
Pink sky at night. Sailors' delight. Except for rip tides and 4 foot swells.
Peace x 2
Soon the Harbor will be still
Guard Dog, protecting baby Henry
Date Night for the Dahls!
The makeshift crib was good for about 15 minutes..but Angel Henry looks safe and content.
Janet's makeshift "downstairs crib"
Steve has the arms for self portraits
Very self contained
Nasty critter in bed with us. Not Milly..
I love these, cannot find them at home. My Grandma served them as appetizers at family Christmas. I thought she made them. No.
This is a picture of a picture. Early days at the lake. 1988
Resuming their positions, and their rankings.
Matt making sand castles at the beach- before erosion took the beach away.
Henry is now part of the family shrine.
This guy has not missed many meals
Pat was 4 the year we bought this place. He loved it right away.
There is nothing edible here- just dead flowers.
I always think when there is a baby deer, there will be a mom. Not tonight.
Last glow of summer
Grazing right outside our condo
Wanting Out, knowing sand to roll in and waves to swim in are down the stairs....
One of the quieter days on Lake MI.
Good night until tomorrow. Peace and beauty..a blessed life.
A Chamber of Commerce Dog
She likes the articles.
Steve's long arms let us do a sunset shot
You can almost see Fall in the picture...almost.
Last night dinner!
Dinner at the Harbor Grand.
What Steve is looking at from his Adirondack chair.
Self Portrait 2- Steve as Hemingway, me as a grinning nitwit.