The weather has decided to give us a little bit of and Indian Summer at last. The last couple weeks here in Marquette have been pretty chilly, dreary, and damp. Summer left without so much as a by-your-leave or a farewell. One morning, it was just gone. So when the thermometer crept up over 60 degrees today, I shed my layers and headed for the trees.
Most of the wildflowers are done for the year already, but I was happy to find the forget-me-nots still blooming. They're an interesting flower to me, sentimental because of the name and because my Gram loved them so, and so sweet due to their tiny size and happy bright colors. They're so easy to miss, and to forget, but anyone who is patient enough to look for them knows just how sweet they are. I'm glad they hold on until after the frost. Autumn is my favorite season, but I mourn the end of flowers wherever I go.
I wasn't alone tonight. This pretty albino doe brought her fawns around and was kind enough to let me get close and snap some pictures. She was curious enough that she actually started to pose. I couldn't resist and probably took about forty pictures of her.
With any luck, the weather the rest of the week will be just as nice and I can get outdoors more often with my camera. Besides my own projects, I have a bunch of shots I need to get for my photography class. So, wish me luck! The Upper Peninsula is beautiful, but the weather is unpredictable at best...
