#lake effects

[nothingconsoled]

Jane Seymour in Lake Effects (2012)

[totalfanfreak]

Lake Effects (2012)

[ratfarm]

Steam rising off Lake Superior, as seen from the hospital parking ramp.

Lake Superior is so big that it has a lot of thermal mass and changes temperature slowly. All summer it’s pretty cold but in the winter it’s actually warmer than the air.

December 18, 2016.

[compulsivefarmer]

Its gonna get cold tomorrow, but not nearly as cold as upstate. Thank you Lake Erie for providing us with your warmth, it almost makes all the snow you dump on us worth it.

[iamthethunder]

Indie-pop sensibilities with brass band capabilities. West Michigan. Corn-Fed....

This band just followed me, and I think you all should check them out.

[doorwaydance-blog]

Lake Effects

I would like to write this house wide as a page with no words— a sand swept steppe, deserted cacti and dusty lungs where poems snag in the flat ridge expanse. We soot our eyes and weep home.   But this house is parched miles from desert. The lake is not salt but goose grit, and I can’t now hold the bone bite of lake snow, heart deep cold.               We move closer to the lake for a new glass school.             We park our blue Volvo in the black tar drive.             We backyard swim on Labor Day, and in February             we break apart our kitchen and eat lo mein             in grandma’s clay bowls,               stack our dishes in the upstairs bathtub.   We are raw and sinkless.  The squirrels have edged their way into our walls. We are swinging on oak trees, sidewalk slanted, Shaker Lake circle-bound.                We tandem bike for raisin bread.             We paint the house a milk coffee             color, deep rhubarb shutters. We plant tulips             in front. We camp the backyard in fall.             We dance the living room. We play house in the attic.             We crash in the blue Volvo and ghost home             with a broken wrist along the lake trail.               This midwest brick is canal chained. This city is dream color fragments. This house is January icicles.   It all melts. Some homes are caught beneath the wet roof of mouth words, wake in the room we page make. It has been ten years. This is all I have to house.  

[flaanery]

Lake Effects (Part 3/3)

[flaanery]

Lake Effects (Part 2/3)