Taking the back way home from CVS took us though Wedgewood, with its severely depleted wetlands.
That’s where I saw this blue heron standing in the shallows.
A crane and its reflection in the shallows of a wetland in Wedgewood Subdivision in Crystal Lake, Illinois.
It’s that time of year when the sun reflects off the overhead electric wires down from our home on Lake Avenue in Lakewood.
We live right on the Algonquin-Grafton Township line. You can see those who surveyed the two townships didn’t get it exactly right, because the street isn’t straight.
On my roundabout way to NASA Education’s Veterans Stand Down Monday, I went past the bankrupt condos in Downtown Algonquin.
I took a photo from across the river and wonder if whoever ends up finishing the project might reconsider facing it in red brick.
Look at the rather splendid reflection of the white Tyvek covering on the Fox River.
As I drove past a man was putting a window in the east side.
I wonder if the windows and the roofs will have been installed soon enough to save the project or whether it will eventually become a tear down.
As usual, you can see a bigger picture by clicking on any image.
It was between 5 and 6 last Wednesday afternoon.
My wife and two of her girl friends were discussing chick books, ones about the stories quilts tell, which one’s cousin had just gotten published, murder solving clubs, stuff like that.
I joked that they should write a book about women getting together on a pontoon boat to solve murders.
Now that I think about it, maybe it would be my murder they would solve.
Maybe they would commit it (after all, I was misbehaving).
Anyway, I’m looking at the late afternoon sun reflecting off Crystal Lake, taking photos of and past the women.
That’s when I looked down beneath the neighboring dock at CCAPOA’s Gate 7 Beach dock.
Above, you see what I saw.
I think it’s the bungee cord that was found wrapped around my neck…in the forthcoming book, of course.
Think I will get a photo credit if they use this picture on the cover?
It was between 5 and 6 last Wednesday afternoon.
My wife and two of her girl friends were discussing chick books, ones about the stories quilts tell, which one’s cousin had just gotten published, murder solving clubs, stuff like that.
I joked that they should write a book about women getting together on a pontoon boat to solve murders.
Now that I think about it, maybe it would be my murder they would solve.
Maybe they would commit it (after all, I was misbehaving).
Anyway, I’m looking at the late afternoon sun reflecting off Crystal Lake, taking photos of and past the women.
That’s when I looked down beneath the neighboring dock at CCAPOA’s Gate 7 Beach dock.
Above, you see what I saw.
I think it’s the bungee cord that was found wrapped around my neck…in the forthcoming book, of course.
Think I will get a photo credit if they use this picture on the cover?
I was sitting in the DeKalb YMCA waiting for the North Central Illinois Swim Conference to start last Saturday morning when I saw these reflections.
The pool was calm for the only time since practice began and the meet was over in late afternoon.
I was sitting in the DeKalb YMCA waiting for the North Central Illinois Swim Conference to start last Saturday morning when I saw these reflections.
The pool was calm for the only time since practice began and the meet was over in late afternoon.
Coming back to Crystal Lake on Randall Road, we were followed by a big Hummer.
As I was waiting to turn left onto McHenry Avenue, this is the reflection I saw in my rear view mirror.
Coming back to Crystal Lake on Randall Road, we were followed by a big Hummer.
As I was waiting to turn left onto McHenry Avenue, this is the reflection I saw in my rear view mirror.
This one is in water in a pot hole on Route 31 last Sunday before it started snowing.
It’s of a tree on the east side of the road.
There was no wind in the valley except for that created by the cars hurtling past.
None hit this one while I was taking pictures.
The hole had been patched once, but obviously needed a second treatment.
After driving down from the Wisconsin line, I concluded that there is going to be a tax increase to fix roads that Illinois residents will swallow.
I would hope taxpayers would not bite their tongues while being jarred by one of numerous potholes that are even on Randall Road in McHenry County.
I have never seen roads as bad as this in Illinois…not even when Governor Dan Walker called for a $50 million supplemental specifically to fix potholes.
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