Intoxicated With Colour

Right now, autumn has come out in full force colour-wise. We're enjoying a week of very mild August-like weather but the trees think it's October. I'll have some autumn images for you before too long (they're still in my camera), but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of the many photos I still have from summer. It may be winter by the time I get around to red leaves.

We were always intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors live. 

~ Andre Derain

There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.

~ Edouard Manet

Our hanging basket of fuchsia, brilliantly backlit by the sun. It was recently killed off by an overnight frost.

The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.

~ John Ruskin

A handsome jay dressed in the finest of blues.

The objects in front of you are flowers, but the subject is color.

~ Michele Cooper

The beautiful centerpiece on our table at Frank's niece's wedding, in August.

Colours are brighter when the mind is open.

~ Adriana Alarcon

You can tell it's summer when every neighbour has at least two different boats tied to their docks.

Colours are nature gone wild.

~ Raheel Farooq

One of our sweet little chipmunk friends enjoying some watermelon.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: 

Color and I are one.

~ Paul Klee

An unexpected sunflower which grew in a pot outside our kitchen door. We didn't plant it there. It must have been the wind or a thoughtful squirrel.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

~ Shel Silverstein

Kidlets from a cottage rental up the road enjoying their time on the water.

Colours are life.

~ Chuma Nwokolo

This little moth was wandering the wall in our stairway, one evening. All I knew about him was that he was pretty colourful. After taking a few macro images of him, I scooped him up and transferred him outside where he belonged. Through the powers of Google, I have since discovered that he is a Painted Lichen Moth.

Colour stops me in the street, invites me to breathe it in and take it with me.

~ Suzanne Partridge

A grouping of painted chairs and their shimmering reflection in the water. You'll find these right next door at my neighbour's lawn.

Colour is the soul of Nature and of the entire cosmos.

~ Rudolf Steiner

The blood orange perigee/supermoon in a twilight blue sky.

Thanks for allowing me to blend colours with you. More photos coming up soon.

Heat Wave

This past week was the warmest I've ever spent at the cottage. Window, ceiling and floor fans helped to keep us a bit cooler at night and blissfully comfortable lake water welcomed our overheated bodies during the day. Everybody found a way to keep cool.



Benny figured out that the big, blue thing stayed afloat even when he was on top of it. He spent far too much time surfing the lake and trying to drink it dry.




Eventually, he figured out how to get onto it all by himself. Just like a child, he had to be watched at all times. He ended up drinking ridiculous amounts of lake water (every splash, every wave, every time his face met the water) and made himself very sick on the last day of our stay.




After a few hours of shivering, whimpering, sleeping, vomiting and peeing a few gallons of lake water, he began to improve. Here he is in recovery mode - feeling much better. He was back to himself before too long - and drinking more water. Crazy little dog.




This little cutie feasted on watermelon which Benny stole from the raccoon kits. The critters here believe in sharing.




There's nothing like an inexpensive pair of flip-flops to invite the breeze to keep your feet cool.




Even the clothespins seemed to be enjoying the gentle winds off of the lake.




Frank and I went fishing for walleye. I got lucky on this particular day.




Three times. Walleye is delicious!




Earlier in the day, Frank's sister Theresa settled into the hammock to read. At sunset, her book and sunglasses still remained.




In a few days, I'll let you know what's cookin' with Bubbles and Bayley.