Sunday, December 27, 2009

Prehistoric White-tail


Fossil records indicate that the basic structure of the White-tailed deer has not changed in four million years.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Autumn ferns North of Indian River

By Indian River, the ferns have all begun to change. Once lush greens un curled from fiddleheads in the spring have turned golden brittle and the entire spectrum of yellow. to deep blood red.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Stones idolize Ammophila breviligulata

The Stones idolize Ammophila breviligulata
Safely upon the dune, once barefoot you are subject to the thorns of the dunegrass. Buried one inch thorns below the sand, protecting the stalk from human trampling. The fauna know better than to trample this flora’s roots. It’s only the stubborn human who will pierce their soft underside of the foot several times before giving reverence to the plant and its place on the dune.
It’s purpose is an ancient and powerful one.
It holds the sand where it is. Holding the dunes longer than Sleeping Bear or Gitchee Manitou. Older than the French had seen even, older than Father Jacques Marquette in 1671. It is as old as the way of the water. The Way. It’s strength to hold the sand so ancient even the stones worship it.

Stinking Magyar Garlic Paprika Potatoes

Stinking Magyar Garlic Paprika Potatoes

3 lbs. potatoes
4 tbl. Spoons olive oil
2 oz smoked bacon fat
2 sm. Onions
1 head of garlic
3 large tomatoes
¾ lbs spicy sausages
2 green peppers
Sea salt to taste

Heat oil and fry onion and garlic until it begins to brown. Add diced bacon and fry until translucent. Apply a good dusting of paprika.
Add potatoes, peeled and cubed.
Salt to taste.
Turn potatoes and cook covered allowing paprika to seep into the potatoes. Add chopped green pepper, tomatoes and equal amounts of water and beer.
Cook covered until potatoes are almost soft. Add sliced sausage and cook.
Serve piping hot.

Give me sausage and give me death.

Give me sausage and give me death.

Leelanau Summer Seedless Watermelon

Leelanau Summer Seedless Watermelon

Large fresh seedless watermelon
greek feta cheese
Fresh mint
one fresh lime
Pink sea salt

Cut the watermelon into rindless rectangles three inches tall and wide by four inches long.
Using a melon baler carve out a half sphere from the top of a watermelon rectangle.
Drip a small amount of lime juice onto opposite side of cavity.
Lightly fill cavity with feta.
Garnish with mint.
Lightly salt to taste.

Where hope survives on coffee grounds and orange peels.

The painful, dangerous life of a cross eyed dog with permanent headaches. No peace.
Where hope survives on coffee grounds and orange peels.
The primal eye contact from the pained hooker on Woodward
broken glass, black snow, grey sky, the dilapidating hulk of humanity.
Almost too real.
Born to lose, made to suffer in the concrete jungle. The options exist only in the flavor of misery.
Thirty dollars a day for a full time hustle, respite spent on seedy weed and malt liquor.
struggle only gets worse when the water turns to ice. The person to a shell.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Poecile atricapilla

Poecile atricapilla
The Black Capped Chickadee is a small cheerful bird that has long earned my admiration because of its good nature during the most bitter months of winter. Friend to the Finn of the Upper Peninsula.

Hunger breeds ambition.

Hunger breeds ambition.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Crazy Hunter

"If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up."
-Hunter S. Thompson

It’s better to get paid for being crazy then getting locked up for it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VO6bI-xrj8

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Wilderness State Park, Winter 2007 Team P- Excursion to 'Ambush Portage';

Wilderness State Park, Winter 2007 Team P- Excursion to 'Ambush Portage'; overnight in a snow cave. Looking for Eastern Cougars...

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































Thursday, August 6, 2009

Waugoshance

Dark swamps at night in Michigan during my early life taught me firsthand about motchimanitous. Midway along Waugoshance is the place where Alexander Henry was saved by the Odawa from the Ojibway who had just taken Michilimackinac and were planning on making a broth with his ass on Beaver Island . I scope out cougars at the same place where Henry was saved. The portage saves many miles of paddling and provides great cover for an ambush.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

First break from a long winter along Good Harbor Bay.

First break from a long winter along Good Harbor Bay.
20 feet of ice melted in 48 hours, slabs on the shore remain.
Two dead cormorants, two gulls, 1 goldeneye and one dead deer lay camouflaged half encased in frozen layers of ice and sand ass eaten on the shore along with three half whitefish lie as Raven’s dinner during the day and Coyotes by night. The winter has been hard on us all.
Thick, bulbous, algae chokes the shore in some points as far as 50 feet out thickening the lake, subduing the waves with a green sheen. The whole day without seeing another person, they alage may keep them away.
One good thing about Zebra Mussels is walking through their broken shells barefoot, a sensation that you can fully experience without your eyesight.
Bald eagle observes off shore.

Shrimp with tequila

Shrimp with tequila

2 cloves garlic
2 tbl spns butter
1 pound fresh, shelled and deveined raw large shrimp
¼ cup pur agave tequila
¼ cup fresh chopped cilantro
1 lime
Sea salt

Mince the garlic, melt the butter in a large frying pan, add garlic stirring 1-2 mins not allowing garlic to color. Add shrimp and cook until pink and curled. Add tequila and cilantro. Heat through and serve. Garnish with lime. Salt to taste.

Even here in the city

Even here in the city the hawk visits me. His visits are few and sacred.

Drive South to Glen Arbor at dusk

Drive South to Glen Arbor at dusk

We had a guarded conversation that was rich with innuendos, secret glances and uncomfortable silences. I was rather at ease having spent the day feasting alone with my dog on the beach. My brain being rather limber I was ready to endure the marathon of their uncomfortableness throughout a dinner. After all, there would be food and drink involved with the inappropriate conversation.

On the way there in the fields South of 669 off M-22 we saw hundreds of deer standing in the fields in herds. He explained how the insurance companies were to blame because they had changed the laws to not let anyone take a doe under so many pounds and a buck under so many points leading to the endless wrecks with deer. Reluctantly, seeing his point, as I had the day before, lost count of dead deer on the side of the road driving from Detroit to Petoskey. There were too many deer, enough I imagined to support a healthy pride of lions.

Psenkova salad

Psenkova salad

One large chopped Spanish onion
Three heads of fresh crushed garlic
Head of chopped curley parsley
handful or two of basil chopped.
Juice of one-two lemons to taste
Juice of one-two limes to taste
Fresh African bird’s eye pepper to taste
Extra virgin olive oil.

Combine ingredients in a chilled bowl and enjoy.

Buto Magyar

Buto Magyar

Bred to swing a battle axe. Half Finn, half Magyar father. Old American, Dutch mother.
Add a bit of Indian blood to give a violent affliction to brown liquor.
Finnish grandmother looks like an Eskimo or a Laplander, she probably is. Her name Itineimi means ‘big peninsula’ from somewhere in Northern Finland. Hungarian Grandfather dreamed of entrepreneurship while a successful engineer for the car company. Mother’s father fought in all three major battles of the South Pacific during WW2 as a silent warrior and carpenter.

Cladophora – Botulism

Cladophora – Botulism

On Good Harbor Bay in Lake Michigan the cladophora is choking the water. Killing the fish. I look out at the dead fish, dead birds and the floating plastic bags in the water. I have walked for a mile in this direction and not seen a single person, yet mankind has managed to impact every frame of sight. Even the jet trails across the blue sky. I guess it could be comforting to know you’re not alone. Still afraid that this may be the last time I can walk so far without seeing anyone here. The cladophora held another hope as it was now only 45 degrees out. Once the sun comes out for a month it will cook and fry and make for some odiferous conditions not fit for swimming. I can imagine this misanthrope learning to love the cladophora before other people. She had it as I was leaving, I hoped to escape without it.