When is a car not a car?

when its a custom motorcycle trike. . .with 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air look-alike rear fins and front headlight. I saw this shiny red beauty at the annual spring Flood Run Motorcycle fundraiser last weekend parked at Maiden Rock, Wisconsin.

What next? I'm just saying. . . visit Ruby Tuesday for more fun reds.

remembering Vincent

Yet another stunning sunrise this week in baby blanket colors of pink and blue.

I                                                                          I was thinking of Vincent's Blossoming Almond Tree painting when I chose this tree along Como Lake to shoot. 

                                                                                                                                                                     

More skies to enjoy can be found @ Skywatch Friday.

'Life is a great sunrise.'

The promise of a beautiful day captured from our deck as the sun came up last Sunday. I'm grateful that spring, though limping, is arriving day by day. Also, I'm glad to link this pic to Skywatch Friday.

quote from vladimir nabokov

wordless Wednesday

only the brave need apply

I saw reluctant morning skies over White Bear Lake this week, Both the daylight and I were slow to awaken.

Eventually the grey clouds dissipated but not before a fisherman had shoved off into the water and cast his first line.

Spring is edging its way closer to us in spite of a couple of nights of frost. I've noticed two Blue Herons, four white egrets, a flock of cormorants, and a few wooducks out and about in the brisk air.

Factoid: one must be tough as leather to live in Minnesota. . .and like to fish! I'm linking these pics to Skywatch Friday.

rosy** colored dawn

Behold this morning's sky as the sun rose above the lake near us. Pink was the color today!

Rosy comes from the Latin 'roseus' meaning rosy or pink. Incidentally the poet Lucretius used rosy to describe the dawn in his six book epic On the Nature of Things [De Rerum Natura] written in the first century BC. 

I'm happy to include this Minnesota dawn with all the other skies posted at Skywatch Friday.

welcome back!

I heard you call this morning

And I remember how your red epaulets

Quiver with each chorus.

You’ve found your way back.

Intrepid and weightless,

Eyes on the night

You’re like adult children returning from school.

Is this home or are you coming from home?

Overhead, your wings push out a formation

Then land on dollops of ice and water

The yin and yan of many lakes’

Spreading girth.

Remembering, I laugh out loud

And welcome the healing

In your clever industry

And your lusty song.

One of my favorite times in early spring is when the Red Wing blackbirds show up in the marshy areas among the cattails. This guy was trying to lure me away from their nesting area. His red epaulets are striking against his all black body. See more red here.