Good morning or good evening, wherever you maybe, across the nation and across the world. It is just past 6:15 p.m. in "The City", where we've just returned from a photo shoot to Spring Lake and its environs.

This is normally the time where I update the local weather, and I will, but as I gaze out the Weather Window, the skies are a beautiful azure blue and there is not a cloud in sight. All good by me. 

However, the NWS has continued the Small Craft Advisory from St. Joseph to Manistee, until 10:00 p.m. tomorrow night. Southwest winds of 30 knots will propel waves from four to eight feet, that will build to six to ten feet by tomorrow afternoon. 

The sunset tonight will be @ 7:55 p.m. with an overnight low temperature of 34°. It looks like we are finally done with the overnight lows below freezing, so that when spring actually springs tomorrow evening @ 5:24 p.m., the March Equinox, the days will continue to be warmer and the nights less cold. Plus, it is less than two full weeks from opening day, when I'll be born again as the MLB™ season commences. 

But as always, I digress. We specifically went out for my last photo shoot before my knee surgery and P/T puts me out of commission for several weeks. But I'll be fully bionic in my knees and ready to face the world by late May. Here are some pix I shot while at Mill Point Park and the location that is now the home of the Splash Pad in Spring Lake, the Harbor Island boat launch, Swan Lake, and our own back forty.

These Canada geese were just visiting and not launching. 

The shelter at Mill Point Park made a nice frame. 

I like that this bench awaits warm weather visitors.

The only patrons of the playground today.

Even this isolated part of Spring Lake was choppy.

In the neighborhoods of the village of Spring Lake. 

I'm not sure the purpose, but this crane was on a barge in Spring Lake.

Gulls were on the ground, on the ice-covered waters near the boat launch, and in the air. 

Any day now, our daffodils will bloom and bring color to the vast gardens. 

As previously noted, tomorrow is my final knee surgery. While I don't look forward to the surgery itself, nor the requisite P/T, I do look forward to my aching knees being a memory.

My ukulele session tonight will be the last for a couple of weeks, as I tend to require lots of sleep as I mend.

Tomorrow Ginger gets boarded, Mary drives me to the hospital and waits in my recovery room while I am in surgery, and then I get deposited in our car to go home for a long sleep. Ciao.