First few decades, a simple dirt and gravel road with no name, then after its creator’s death was named “Frank’s Way,” then inexplicably (or, maybe not?) the current “Frank’s Lane.” Who wants to remove the apostrophe and cause a commotion? CR: maplelakeontario.com
(1/5) Where I wish to be, now. Maple Lake, I miss you so much! Time to make travel plans for summer 2016!
My Mom, Dad and my son. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(2/5) I treasure Maple Lake memories but making new ones is my goal, too! I very much appreciate all the beautiful ones I carry with me, especially with these guys. xx
Stone steps on Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(3/5) Am I the only person that has favourite stone steps? My grandpa built these… yes, I am a sap.
Ducks at dawn on Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(4/5) Last time spouse and I were at the lake together, our 18 y.o. Schipperke dog, Raven passed suddenly. The weather preceding her passing–and in the two days remaining of our holiday, seemed to echo our sadness. Dogs are a fixture in our life and indeed, in “Lake Life.”
Raven – Late August 2014 Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(5/5) Here is our sweet girl, Raven. She spent her last moments at Maple Lake. At age 18, she was old, old, but only seemed so in her last year or so. This summer, date TBD, Obi, our 2nd rescue (Raven was our first) dog, will ride shotgun with me on a cross-country road trip to Maple Lake, Ontario. Getting very excited!
Where does a snowbird live in the “off-season?”
1) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
2) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
3) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
4) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
5) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
Went to get my flu shot–which was a snap. Came out of the store and walked around the corner to my car and was nearly blinded by the vivid shades of orange, gold, pink and purple contrasted against the ever-more-intense blue hues of the cloudy sky at sunset. It was awe-inspiring. The pharmacy where I got my flu shot happens to be at the top of what is called a “hill” in these parts. We live down the street–and I do mean down so I almost never get a chance at a shot like this. I should get out more at rush hour, right?
Actually, I will as of this week, when certain upside-down-turn-your-world-around life changes go into effect. This is my last winter in Chicago–with any luck whatsoever, my last cold winter ever. Have only waited 30 years to exit stage left. Not quite there yet, but getting closer.
What has this got to do with Maple Lake?
Hint: Where does a snowbird live in the “off-season?”
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong – Gandhi
White Birch Maple Lake – 2014
Obi – Maple Lake – 2014
Maple Lake – 2014
Maple Lake – 2014
St Peter’s Church – Maple Lake – 2014
I see that the weather today was much nicer at Maple Lake than it was here in the Chicagoland area. That is always nice to see.
I’m still working on forgiveness (see above). I read recently that if you love someone, you can forgive them. Not sure if that is entirely true. I find myself thinking, Why? Why would I forgive them? The answer is, for me. For me to stop running over in my mind the events that transpired. I’m inclined to just let the pain run its course. Life is too short to dick around with people that I’m not sure ever really did love me and I’m pretty sure give no f@cks about me now.
I never, never, never thought I’d be estranged like this. I used to say I couldn’t understand how that could happen. Now I do. I can see when someone lacks a moral center, that there’s no way for me to connect with them. There’s just nothing there. And as sad as it is, facts is facts.
When I left my abusive husband when I was age 25, I felt no remorse. I never missed him.
Going to continue to try to follow Gandhi’s advice. To honestly say, they cannot hurt me because I have no connection with them. It is a step in the direction of letting go of the pain which is the only way any semblance of forgiveness may be attained.
Update: Done and done. One reconciliation initiated by me and welcomed by the other party.
One toxic person gone forever from my life. I feel so much better on both fronts.
It is such a waste of time to dwell on things you can’t control. Letting go means letting in the good stuff.
Duck Attacks On Maple Lake Increase*
By one, at least. I was pursued–aggressively–by a pair of ducks.
Late summer 2014 Maple Lake Ontario. CR: maplelakeontario.com
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Many of these shots have been cropped and otherwise messed with* in post-processing.
Instagram has made it too much fun.
* I forgot to notice that I’d left the “HDR” setting on. Heh.
Attack ducks – Maple Lake (2014)
These are the attack ducks on Maple Lake (2014).
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Maple Lake Shots That Must be Shared
Maple Lake Ontario North Shore cove Sept 2014
Take that Shot and Instagram It. Eventually.
Ironically, nearly none of these shots are Instagram re-gramming material because they are not proportional squares, nor do I wish them to be.
TBH, I hate carving up Maple Lake shots for Instagram but I like sharing and looking at others’ stuff so it must work for me on some level.
You don’t have to wade through them, though. These photos from spring through early fall 2014 at Maple Lake are all altered to some degree so if you are a purist…you are probably on the wrong blog in the wrong century.
Day-lilies looked gorgeous this season! Need moar!
Oh, the places you’ll go! (Sept 2014)
The work Roger got done on the tight schedule we had to work with was super. About 10 man-hours per window. They look perfect(ly) restored but do call attention for the need to continue the work. Should be interesting.
Oh, the places you’ll go! (Sept 2014)
Refurbishing two lake-side windows.
Refurbishing two lake-side windows. They are both fully-operatonal now.
Have lofty plans. We’ll see.
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Sept. packing/closing up. Weather was horrible.
We work on the bank and the beach every year. This year required a bit of creativity as a huge swath of the formerly brown sand bottom of shore was now covered in sharp-edged stones.
Love the stone effect. You can just see where the sand ends and the stone begins.
Team effort with Roger doing most all of the heavy stuff.
Roger is a recycler by habit so he’ll stop at the side of the road for a “just-right” rock that has fallen. It was his notion to incorporate “stoning” the bank with flowers, plants and trees. Defo a long-term project. I really like the rough-hewn, natural utilitarian aspects of what is shaping up.
Colours were artificially enhanced.
The rock steps nearest to our cottage.
Obi, sitting near the property line.
Though I’m sure many admirers felt/feel the same, Robin Williams’ sudden-seeming suicide is something I’m still processing as “real.” It made the summer sort of grind to a sobering halt.
Message in a bottle: