Ski Patrol

IMG_6828(Sawyer, Michigan) If we have only one day of cross-country skiing this winter, yesterday was THE day of days.  Natalie roused me from my reverie on my recliner and said:  “Come on, we’re going skiing at the state park.  You can listen to the opera in the car.”  And so we listened to Il Trovatore as we drove a short way to Warren Dunes State Park.  Once safely arrived at we call the only-country-club-worth-joining, we launched ourselves forth on the trails and found the new-fallen snow to be silky, the woods to be lovely, and the air to be beyond bracing.  We skied until we could ski no more, and then we took a final look at the sledders in the dunes, and then we returned to our cottage in the woods for a hot night at home.

Natalie was in top form, as usual.

Natalie was in top form, as usual.

Into the woods we go.

Into the woods we go.

Intrepid sledders climb the dunes to get to the top of the run.

Intrepid sledders climb the dunes to get to the top of the run.

Home to Harbert after a hard afternoon of skiing in Sawyer.

Home to Harbert after a hard afternoon of skiing in Sawyer.

 

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Winter Haven

I know; I know: Florida is supposedly fabulous in February, and Arizona is alleged to be awesome this time of year, but we'll take frozen old Michigan every February, hands down, thank you very much.  This was Warren Dunes State Park this afternoon after a great ski outing.

I know; I know: Florida is supposedly fabulous in February, and Arizona is alleged to be awesome this time of year, but we’ll take frozen old Michigan every February, hands down, thank you very much. This was Warren Dunes State Park this afternoon after a great ski outing.

 

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Eye of God

"Look," Natalie said, "the eye of God."  Indeed!

“Look,” Natalie said, “the eye of God.” Indeed!

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Radio Heads

(Three Oaks, Michigan) I was privileged to be part of the cast for the Radio in Your Pocket show that will air Saturday, February 13, 2016 at 11:30 a.m. (EST) on WRHC 106.7fm.  Hosts Dylan Lang and Stella Pyo invited singer/songwriter Marty Miles to share his talents with their worldwide listening audience, and you should know that Marty will be performing Saturday night at 7 p.m. (EST) at the Box Factory in Saint Joseph, Michigan.  I was told that I have a great face for radio, and I’m stickin’ with that.  I hope you enjoy the show.

Due to technical difficulities, the show had to be recorded in the lounge.  That's Marty Miles with the guitar and red hat.

Due to technical difficulties, the show had to be recorded in the lounge. That’s Marty Miles with the guitar and red hat.

The post-production party was a hoot!

The post-production party was a hoot!

Happy Valentine's Day from Santy Man, Charley the Writer, and Stella the Star.

Happy Valentine’s Day from Santy Man, Charley the Writer, and Stella the Star.

 

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A New Generation of Opera Lovers

My good friend and fellow music lover Gary McCormick shared the following video with us today, and I simply have to pass it on, because we are serious lovers of opera. We instantly fell in love with this video, which features arias from four of our favorite operas.  One hint: the first is from Giuseppe Verdi’s (aka: Joe Green) Rigoletto, and it is anything but flattering to women.  Bravi!!!

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gato de la nieve

Jaqui strikes a Spanish pose and becomes "gate de la nieve" or cat of the snow.

Jaqui strikes a Spanish pose and becomes “gato de la nieve” or cat of the snow.

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Railroad Crossing

(Saint Joseph, Michigan) It was snowing to beat the band, and I was finishing up some errands in this lovely city by the lake the other afternoon when what should fill this trainspotter’s ears but the sound of a westbound train on the CSX line to Chicago.  Yep: an empty coal drag was crawling around the curve and preparing to cross the mighty Saint Joseph River on the swivel bridge.  I dashed back to the bluff, aimed, and snapped.  I think I got it, but you be the judge.

Come to me, baby.

Come to me, baby.

Now we're talkin'.

Now we’re talkin’.

Welcome to Saint Joe.

Welcome to Saint Joe.

 

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