Michigan is known for its beautiful, albeit brief, summers and beautiful fall colors. I was hoping that some of the trees here would have started the transition from green to the autumnal palate of red, yellow and orange. We are still a few weeks away from that point.
I was able to get a couple images of Lake Huron in its last throes of summer:
Looking north to Oscoda |
He loves it here and it does not matter the temperature of the Lake. He managed to at least get his feet wet a couple of times.
So long Summer, hello Fall.
1 comment:
It looks lovely; whenever I see Lake Huron I think of the Great storm of 1913.
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