As we drove down the road towards Point Labarbe in St. Ignace it was obvious that fog was going to make everything difficult.
But we did manage to find Dwarf Lake irises in the mist, covered with dew.
One open field had hundreds of these delightful little plants, where I “should” have taken a close up of an individual flower.
Along the shore there I got to photograph a bird that is difficult for me in Michigan, not the Ring-billed Gull, who walked into my photo, but the Willet.
Then we got on to the Mackinac Bridge could not see the first tower, or the cars in front of us until we got closer.
The pandemic is not giving up in Washtenaw County, where it is advisable to continue masking when indoors with strangers.
And then there is the sad reality of a nation obsessed with guns. We have to work better at controlling them and getting rid of anything that isn’t used for hunting. The recent massacre reminded me of a poem I read early last year or perhaps 2020.
More tomorrow…
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