Blog readers, this is Pedro.  Pedro,  meet the blog readers.

Blog readers, this is Pedro. Pedro, meet the blog readers.

Strangers are turning up on local porches.  Hanging around front doors.  Looking a little…how do we put it politely?…different.  Not like your usual Yoopers.  (A Yooper, for the benefit of any new reader, is a resident of our beloved Upper Peninsula of Michigan.)

The other night at Book Club at Sue Bollech’s house we met Pedro Gonzales swinging on a porch swing and looking rather interestingas the rain poured mercilessly all around his perch.  I think he’s a cigar-smoking sheriff from some western town. Unfortunately, I came to Book Club camera-less.  This is a huge mistake.  One must carry one’s camera EVERYWHERE.  Even when it’s pitch dark, raining and you’re going to be spending the evening inside.

So yesterday I backtracked to Sue’s house to photograph Pedro.  And here’s where it gets tricky.  Pedro isn’t really Pedro. At least not entirely.  He’s only Pedro in October and early November.  Then he changes his clothes and becomes The Hunter for hunting season.  He wears his hunting garb and, who knows, maybe carries a gun.  Then just when you get used to seeing The Hunter, he transforms again in December to become…anyone want to guess?  Yes, you’ve got it right.  He metamorphosizes into Santa Claus.  So he’s a changing fellow.

You may be interested in viewing a natural wreath made by Sue, which hangs near our Pedro.  I so admire folks with talent who can put together such objects of beauty from natural items.  (Sue is really an artist and loves to create.)

Natural wreath

Natural wreath

Yesterday, after Pedro’s photo shoot, I convinced my friend Lyn that we should walk through downtown L’Anse.  In order to discover if there are other seasonal visitors of interest.  She probably raised her eyebrows, but happily complied and even pointed us toward a couple places where the “tourists” might be visiting.  But first we paused to photograph two pumpkins lounging between a sprawling rose.

2 pumpkins and a rose

2 pumpkins and a rose

Then we spotted One of Them.  One of those interesting-looking visitors.  Actually TWO of those visitors.  I wondered if it would be acceptable to creep close to the house to photograph.  Lyn said:  Of course.  It’s so-and-so’s mother’s house.  I only vaguely figured out who she was talking about.  But here are the visitors on this home’s front porch:

Oh no!  (and look at that little Pumpkin Fellow)

Oh no! (and look at that little Pumpkin Fellow)

After our brisk walk and endless catching-up, we drove back out Skanee Road toward our homes.  But we had to pause in front of Mary Fran Menge’s house to greet a rather ghoulish-looking bride and groom.  To think they came all the way to the U.P. for their wedding!  They probably like the Cold and Rain and forecasts for Snow.  Some people…go figure…

Are we all invited to the wedding?

Are we all invited to the wedding?

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