Mirage

This is another picture that begs me to buy a proper zoom lens digital camera. Living by the big lake you see some odd mirages. Sometimes you can see the hills of Pennsylvania floating above the pale horison, sometimes the edge of the sky looks like a saw from the image of the far off deep lake swells. Tonight coming home it was like the far side of the lake was lifted high in a ridge, rising above the tree line of Simcoe Island. The red line is the real horizon as if that is any help.

The view across the lake was clear as today’s WWTI-TV doppler radar from New York shows – Kingston is under the 401 sign and the view of the photo above is to the SSW:

Ugly Jerseys

I do not often endorse a business here but, as I have written before, one I love is Premiershirts which as I understand is a hobby turned business from a nice friendly guy in Oldham, England. I noticed he got a mention in an article in this month’s When Saturday Comes – which should cause a good bit of free buzz -and that he has updated his Hall of Shame of the worst jerseys of all time including Coventry’s 1970’s brown get up shown right.