The blues

I don't know why, but I thought this photo would look better in blue. It's taken from up on the Mont Saint-Michel, looking down on the patterns the receding tide makes in the mud below. I've been to the Mont Saint-Michel a couple of times over the years and posted some of those photos on the blog. If you're interested, click on the "mont saint michel" label in the sidebar or at the bottom of this post and scroll through.

I almost went green, but settled on blue. Digitized color slide, January 1992.

This morning it's chilly. I can feel a little September in the air. I'm dressed in long (sleep) pants, socks, a t-shirt, and a long-sleeved henley. Still, it's supposed to get up toward 28ºC (82ºF) this afternoon. We shall see. We're expecting a delivery of firewood some time later this morning. We ordered four stères (four cubic meters), just over a cord. The guy will deliver it and dump it in the driveway. Then Ken and I will have to stack it ourselves. It'll take a few days, weather permitting. Hopefully, we won't need to burn any until some time in October.