The Colors of Autumn
From October 13th thru the 16th Lee and I traveled to Renz's new home in the woods outside Marquette, visited, attended hockey games (not mom), enjoyed the wonders of God's Autumn pallet, and safely returned home.
The photos contained in the real estate listing truly didn't do justice to what we actually found. Unlike others in Marquette that have a home in town and then a "camp" in the woods for the hunting seasons, Renz has both rolled into one. His home has the rustic charm of a camp, but it is his home, and is only 15 minutes from downtown Marquette.
At the extreme left of his house is the sauna, and at the right of the picture is his greenhouse. Coming down the driveway is Tristan, followed by neighbor dogs Max and Moss, followed by Lee with Gracie on a leash. Tristan got to run free with the neighborhood dog pack. It was wonderful to watch.
Standing in front of his house and looking up, you see the colors of autumn in the tree's canopy.
Through the trees, you can barely see the home of Renz's nearest neighbor.
Looking down Maple Road from Renz‚'s driveway, the foliage almost forms a tunnel over the road.
The stop sign where Maple Road intersects Mangum Road, 2/10 of a mile from Renz's house. Another sample of the colors at their peak.
The colors across Mangum Road. Even under a cloudy sky, these colors are breath taking.
Our reverie while absorbing the wonder of the colors, was punctuated by the discharge of shotguns being fired. It's bird season.
The photos contained in the real estate listing truly didn't do justice to what we actually found. Unlike others in Marquette that have a home in town and then a "camp" in the woods for the hunting seasons, Renz has both rolled into one. His home has the rustic charm of a camp, but it is his home, and is only 15 minutes from downtown Marquette.
At the extreme left of his house is the sauna, and at the right of the picture is his greenhouse. Coming down the driveway is Tristan, followed by neighbor dogs Max and Moss, followed by Lee with Gracie on a leash. Tristan got to run free with the neighborhood dog pack. It was wonderful to watch.
Standing in front of his house and looking up, you see the colors of autumn in the tree's canopy.
Through the trees, you can barely see the home of Renz's nearest neighbor.
Looking down Maple Road from Renz‚'s driveway, the foliage almost forms a tunnel over the road.
The stop sign where Maple Road intersects Mangum Road, 2/10 of a mile from Renz's house. Another sample of the colors at their peak.
The colors across Mangum Road. Even under a cloudy sky, these colors are breath taking.
Our reverie while absorbing the wonder of the colors, was punctuated by the discharge of shotguns being fired. It's bird season.
posted by Gramps Shell at 10:45 AM
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A deleted comment? My curiosity is running wild now.
Great pics. Can't wait to go visit in person.
This is censorship, man!! Down with the capitalist pigs!!! Let's organize a march on Washington!
We are experiencing a problem with the "simple" manner of posting text and pictures. The text goes up fine, but the photos need to be handled in a special manner. Your mother commented that she saw the text and no photos as she viewed the blog in the inbetween state. When Lou got the photos up, he deleted her comment to spare her the embaressment of commenting on "no photos" when the photos were plainly there!! Dig?
My comment was removed by Louis. I rushed to judgment and issued a complaint that I saw words but no pictures and demanded an explanation. It turns out I just jumped the gun as he was working on uploading photos. Please find it in your hearts to forgive him. He meant no harm. He's not heavy, he's my son. Mea culpa, mea culpa. Hee, hee
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