Woke up at 0445 by Robin song, thoughts of you, and my back and chest reminding me that they are not healed yet. Being a flip floppy sleeper, I have found that nights are the most difficult post surgery. But all in all, each day there is improvement. Looking forward to returning to my outpatient practice tomorrow. The local roadsides have been afire with the pinks, whites, and purples of Wild Lupine for the past two weeks. Vast numbers of these beauties make driving about even more of a visual pleasure. Have been giving thought to producing a new videography project, Summer River, in the same spirit of the project (Winter River) that required much of last winter to photograph and video. The exigencies of working the summer months in the Western U.P. come with a completely different set of challenges for the photographer. Instead of the battle with cold and snow and the requirement of snowshoes for travel, I will now be faced with mosquitoes, black flies, more days with shitty light (sunny), and more people (my least favorite obstacle when trying to concentrate on my work is some tourist moron walking up in a new T shirt from Mackinaw Island, inquiring if "I am gettin' any good pitchers..."). I am thinking of starting with the Sturgeon River, both for its remoteness, lack of people, and extreme canyons. Not able to carry the camera backpack yet, as I am still under a weight lifting restriction,,,but soon. My friends Tom and Sharon will be coming for a spaghetti dinner at five. Let the sauce simmer all day yesterday and it is superb, topped with basil from last year's garden. Headed for the RAV4 and a remote bridge over the Black River to rendezvous with some brook trout for the first time since my surgery. Not ready for waders yet, but the bridge usually offers a limit of pan frying sized trout.