Life at the Lake

MORNING VISION AT MY DOCK

Quick sketch before the heron flies off

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I am greeted by herons.

Well, one at least. He/she (it is so hard to tell them apart, the two heron sexes, that even aged herons have difficulty, and sometimes make embarrassing mistakes) stood still enough for me to make these two quick sketches, before he/she flapped off to the East and out of my eyesight.

Tonight the baseball league playoffs begin, ho-hum, and the vice-presidential candidates debate each other, another ho-hum, and the Seattle Storm try to capture the three-game women's basketball playoffs against Conneticut, hip-hip-hooray.

And a storm is rolling in, after about two weeks of "Indian" summer. And why should it be a summer special to Indians, and not all the rest of us?

They have all the gambling casinos in the state. Why should they want exclusive claim to what is left of the bland and merciful summer?



They don't?
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