Sunday Five: Flowers

 I have spent four months taking pictures of wild flowers in the swamp, I have been taking photos of flowers since I was a teenager. Flowers fascinate me.  After my mother died, I started keeping fresh flowers in the house.  

1. Do you grow flowers in your garden, yard or terrace? 
2. When was the last time you had cut flowers in your house? 
3. Did your mother, have plastic flowers around the house? 
4. What is your favorite flower? 
5. Do you stop to smell the flowers? 

My answers: 

1. Do you grow flowers in your garden, yard or terrace? Nope, plants die in my custody.  
2. When was the last time you had cut flowers in your house? Today. 
3. Did your mother, have plastic flowers around the house? Oh awful things, yes. 
4. What is your favorite flower? I like roses that smell like roses. 
5. Do you stop to smell the flowers? After checking for bees, yes. 

Please share your answers in the comments. 

Happy Anniversary

 28 years ago, we joined together to make a home for ourselves.  Five years ago, as law and society caught up with us, we married in the eyes of the law.  Neither of us were young and foolish when we met.  We have been together nearly half of our lives.  Simply said, J is the best thing that ever happened in my life.  

One of my nephews is getting married next weekend.  Unfortunately because of the risks of travel and crowds, we won't be there.  I sent a nice gift, a nice card and a personal letter (a real letter sent through the United States Postal Service - then was the last time you received one of those?) 

I offered some sage advice to the young couple (actually about the age J and I were when we decided to make a life together.) 

Here are some of my bullet points on a long and happy relationship. 

• Don’t worry about not being perfect, life is not perfect. At my age I have finally figured out that some of the great joys in life are the imperfections.  After all, it is the bit of sand that spurs the oyster to form a pearl. 

• Don’t expect the other person to change in anyway.  Love them for who they are.  

• Always be kind to one another.  

• Don’t say things that can’t be unsaid. 

• It is normal for two people to do things a little differently, to think a little differently, to value things differently; you are not marrying yourself, or someone you can make into a mini-me.  

• See life through the other person’s eyes.

• You will learn what the other person’s weak spots are, never go there.  

• Let your love and respect for one another be strong enough to make everything else unimportant.  

• Don’t worry about keeping up with the Jones, they secretly worry about keeping up with you.  

• Learn one another’s strengths and rely on them.  

• Let the other person try and fail, without saying anything but, bravo for trying. 

• Be one another’s cheerleaders.  

• There are no his chores, or her chores, there are things that need to be done, do them when you see them and don’t keep score. If you do your share, you don’t need to worry about balance.   

• Travel, alone or together, whenever you can. 

• Focus on quality time when you are together. 

• Allow each other time alone.  

What would your advice be to the happy couple? 

Cameras

I bought my first good camera when I was in High School, a Konica T3, 35mm SLR.  I was never thrilled with it, worked hard a couple of summers, sold it to a classmate (who I learned 35 years later dropped it down a flight of stairs a few days later - sorry Kevin,) and bought a Cannon F-1 - at the time Cannon's top of the line professional 35mm SLR. It was amazing, it had a titanium frame and shutter, it was incredibly durable. Over the years I added a bag full of Cannon lenses and another Cannon body to the collection.  About 20 years ago, I traded all of that, for a Nikon 35mm SLR, with a nice zoom lens, auto focus, auto exposure.  I used the Nikon for about 5 years, before moving onto digital.  When I bought the last film camera, digital was just not quite there on image quality and the cameras that were close were very expensive.  

When I went digital, I went small.  Cameras that fit in a pocket, that were easy to carry.  I owned several of them, including a fixed lens SLR, and an early fixed lens mirrorless design (A Fujifilm one that I still have and it still works.)  A couple of them were really good.  I had one with a Leica lens (sadly it was left in the bottom of my day bag and was broken) and a Samsung that I still use from time to time.  I always tried to buy the best lens that I could, wide to telephoto.  

A few years ago, I got the urge to go back to an SLR, to go back to interchangeable lenses.  I bought a Nikon D5500.  It is a solid reliable design. It is APSC, or crop sensor in format.  The rear screen folds out and can be flipped over.  It has an input for an external microphone if you are shooting video.  It was one generation to soon for WiFi, Bluetooth or nearfield to work well, technically it is possible, practically, no.  I have three lenses from a 10mm super wide angle to 300 mm, a solid mid range telephoto.  The lenses are not the best that Nikon makes, but they do what I need them to do, they are easy to carry, and none of them cost more than my first car.  I'd like to have a 500 or 600mm telephoto to chase the birds with - but those can cost more than my first car.  I also have a Nikon underwater camera, a compact digital that I should use more.  I take if I am going for a walk in the rain.  

I have come to describe my style as documentary.  I am not a fine arts photographer - I don't manipulate my subject, or the lighting or set the stage (though I have the training and I know how to do those things.) Journalistic style tries to tell a story - most of my images are captured because I like them.  End of story.  I seldom photograph people, I find people hard to photograph - I always have.  Early in life, I made a living as a commercial photographer, aerials, postcards and advertising work. The couple of times I tried to work with models was frustrating for everyone.  I disliked portrait work, and hated weddings. 

What I capture, is what I use.  Very rarely I will crop an image, and even less often process or edit photos.  I don't change the color, or saturation, or sharpness.  What I shoot, is what I print.  Part of that is the software that I limit myself to, part of it is philosophical,  I want to show the world, warts and all. If I edit a photo, I will say so in the caption or text.  

When was the last time you used a film camera? 

 

Rowse Honey - Three Bears Case Study

I sometimes refer to my sweetie-bear, over the years I have grown more bearish, rounder, fuzzier (I am letting my hair grow, it has NEVER been this long.) For anyone who does not know, a bear is a term of endearment for a large, fuzzy gay man.  A brilliant advertising group in the UK has come up with a brilliant series of advertisements based on the fairy tail about the three bears.   No reason to go looking for the rest of the series, they will be here in due time.  Enjoy! (Aren't the bears so cute?) 

The Way We Were Wednesday - Sometime in the fall

That is my mother at the left, my grandmother is next to her.  I don't know who the lady in the blue dress and the man on the right are. The colorful cutouts of leaves on the wall, lead me to think fall, most likely Thanksgiving.  I recognize the refrigerator behind my mother, it remained in the garage after the new house.  There is a wringer washing machine in the background.  Those were beasts to use.  It must have been a special occasion, my mother had the candles lit. Possibly before I was born based on the location.  

When were the candles lit in your house when you were growing up?  

Photos

 Nearly every one of my blog posts starts with a photo that I took. I have been taking photographs since I was about 10.  At times rather intensely, at times not.  Often there is a subtle tie in between the photo and the essay, sometimes the photo is there because I liked it.  I have tens of thousands of digital photos.  If I am stumped I will browse the unsorted folder and inevitably something inspires me.  

I recently figured out how to edit my blog template - another thing that blogger changed over the past few months.  I added a Daily Reads list, with my morning regulars.  There are dozen more that I look at once or more per week. One currently unlisted daily check in, has nearly stopped posting.  Sad to see a daily poster slip away.  

I also added a little language at the bottom.  The block is intended as a copyright statement.  Mine basically says if you are going to steal my image, let me know where you use it.  I don't have time and money to chase after copyright violations.  Honestly, I put the images out there for the world to enjoy.  If the images are shared, maybe, just maybe they will bring joy to someone - someplace - that I would never have reached.  Or maybe my images are being used to sell soap in some third world country I will never visit.  If so, I hope they sell lots, make tons of money, and help improve the lives of the people in their communities.  

Do you stop by for the photos or the remarkable prose? 

My Music Monday - One of the Enemy - Romanovsky & Phillips

For some reason I am feeling defensive as I pick this weeks music.  Here is a 1980's fight song.  

Sunday Five - Song Bird Sing Me A Song

I know, music is on Mondays.  Anne Marie does her Saturday Night Dance Party, Blobby and I do Mondays, but inquiring minds persist.  Some of the music I post draws lots of comments, some expressions of dislike, some of it makes me wonder if the internet quit working.  Hence the Sunday five questions.

1. Do you use a streaming music service (name it if you want to?) 
2. How long, is not too long for an online music clip? 
3. Is there any artist that others love, that you can't stand? 
4. Is there music playing where you are answering these questions? 
5. Would you prefer I posted pictures of furry and feathered forest critters on Mondays? 

My Answers:

1. Do you use a streaming music service (name it if you want to?) Yes, Amazon music - I know some people think Amazon is evil.  
2. How long, is not too long for an online music clip? For me about 3 minutes, shorter would be better. 
3. Is there any artist that others love, that you can't stand? Bob Dylan - not much to like there for me. 
4. Is there music playing where you are answering these questions? Of course, my soundtrack as selected by Amazon. 
5. Would you prefer I posted pictures of furry and feathered forest critters on Mondays?  This one is up to you, I will probably do whatever I feel like doing anyway. 

Please share your answers in the comments.  

100 People

100-People, that is a good average for how many people each of us know well enough to have made an impact on.  40 years ago I read a book by Joe Girard, at the time he was in the Guinness Book of Records as the world's most successful car salesman in the world.  He worked for Merollis Chevrolet in Detroit for years.  He wrote in the book about going to the funeral for one of his long time customers.  The funeral director was just putting out the memorial cards.  Joe asked, how do you know how many cards to print? The response was about 100, the average person knows or influences about 100 people enough for the person's death to be noticed. 

My office recently hosted a virtual memorial service for a colleague who died earlier this year.  Most of had never done a Zoom memorial service before.  We had some concerns, would anyone show up? What if no one wanted to say anything?  We pushed forward, inviting the world at large, assembling a list of people who agreed up front to talk for a few minutes each, knowing we had at least 20-30 minutes of kind words.  We needn't have worried.  About 120 people showed up, there were so many people who wanted to share memories that we went on for nearly 90 minutes.  There were tears, and laughter, moments of recognition, and revelations of ways she touched the life of people that few - maybe only one- person knew about. 

How does this connect to Joe Girard.  Joe surmised that if you make one person happy, they might tell the 100 people that you are a good person, hurt someone and they will tell 100 people you are evil and not to be trusted.  

So are your footprints in the sand, kindness or evil today?     

More than being in the Right Place at the Right Time

 Wednesday morning I finished my walk along the Potomac, put the top down on the car, and started north toward old town Alexandria.  I looked over on the edge of the Belle Haven Country Club, and saw this magnificent Bald Eagle in a tree.  At the next safe opportunity I made a U-turn, found my way safely off the side of the road in a no-parking zone, grabbed the camera that I keep in the cup holder between the seats and walked across the wet grass taking one shot after another.  Mr. or Ms. Eagle looked north, looked south, then shook and jumped into the air.  I had to remind myself as the bird flew through the trees to just keep shooting.  In the end over 30 shots in probably 10 seconds.  A quick encounter, maybe some of the best images of the year.  I was in the right place at the right time, but more than that I was ready with the camera with the long lens on it, easy to grab, I stopped, and I somehow reminded myself to keep pressing the shutter.  Life is like that, when opportunity presents itself, you need to be ready, you need to take action, and you need to remember to keep pressing the button.  

I really like this one, I had to look twice to see the eagle.

I was run-out of the swamp - Prairie Warbler ~ Setophaga discolor

For the first time I gave up and left the trail in the swamp, along the shores of the Potomac River, shortly after capturing these wonderful photographs of a Prairie Warbler.  She/He was in a wonderful location, no obstructions, clear for focus and she moved around so I was able to get enough angles for a clear identification.  Tiny birds like this often move fast and blend in with the leaves and bark, making them hard to spot and even harder to photograph.  These are some of the best images I have captured in months.  Then I was forced to turn tail and retreat to the car.  

Forced to retreat, not by the birds, but by flocks of something much smaller.  Mosquitos.  It was about 70 degrees, it had been cloudy and damp for 2 or 3 days, and there was no breeze.  Everytime I slowed or stopped I a cloud of mosquitoes descended on me. I often pick up one or two, but this was dozens at a time. I was run-out of the swamp for the first time. I will be back, a little bit of a breeze and the bugs stay away.  Sometime in the next few weeks we will have a frost, giving me a few bug free moments.  

How are the bugs by you? Bugging you?  

The Way We Were Wednesday - School Photos

 When coming back from my morning wander in the swamp, I often drive up the along the river in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia.  If I go to the troll park*, I pass a Catholic School.  On a recent morning this was happening on the front lawn. 

Socially distanced, school photos in the open air, on the front lawn.  Very different from the dark hallways that our school photographer preferred to set up in.  I remember the corduroy shirt with the rawhide lacing.  It was soft and warm and I chewed on the ties.  As I recall, much my mother's horror I wore it for school photos two years in a row.  

Do you have any good school photos? 

* The troll park is under a bridge, not a place I go to troll. 

Dogs

I don't know why, but most of my adult life I have had a fear of dogs.  I don't recall ever having been bitten by a dog.  My ex had a ill tempered ill behaved poodle that I greatly disliked.  The first dog I remember liking and trusting was my sister's huge German Shepherd.  Once Blitz gets to know you, he is a big sweetheart.  Slowly I have gotten to the point of letting a dog approach me without panicking. I let the dog approach me, I won't reach out to them, I won't touch them, until they have touched me gently.  I fear being jumped on, a hard fall could have life changing implications for me and I am grossed out by dogs licking a person's face (I might have a panic attack if that happened to me.)

I have no idea where my reaction to dogs came from. It has gotten better.  For the dog lovers, please understand some people are really uncomfortable around dogs they don't know and trust, and some of the behaviours you find endearing terrify others.  What you see as affection, may be perceived as life threatening by others. 

There, that is a little baring of my soul.  

How do you feel about dogs? 

   

My Music Monday - 40 FINGERS - Africa (TOTO)

I enjoy the familiar, in a new way.  Here is another contemporary classic, in a new arrangement.  Enjoy! 

Sunday Five - Sunrise - Sunset

 My somewhat wonky digestion woke me early one morning recently, I decided as long as I was up I would grab the camera and head down to the river to watch the sunrise.  I haven't intentionally gone out to watch the sunrise in decades.  It was very cloudy and not the best for photos, but I did see geese and ducks that have usually fed and moved on before I get there.  Most mornings the sun rises while I am reading blogs in my bedroom.  So this weeks Sunday Five - sunrise-sunset.  

1. When was the last time you paused to watch the sunrise? 
2. Are you a fan of mornings, or would you prefer that the day started at noon? 
3. Are you more likely to be out and about at Noon or Midnight? 
4. Do you have a nice view from home for sunsets? 
5. If you could watch the sunset anyplace in the world tonight, where would it be? 

My answers: 

1. When was the last time you paused to watch the sunrise?  A week or so ago, for the first time in a long time. 
2. Are you a fan of mornings, or would you prefer that the day started at noon? I am more of morning person, no offense to noon, but my day is half over by then. 
3. Are you more likely to be out and about at Noon or Midnight? Noon, it is rare for me to be awake at midnight.  
4. Do you have a nice view from home for sunsets? Not really, if we were on the other end of the building and about 10 floors up, it would be better.  
5. If you could watch the sunset anyplace in the world tonight, where would it be? I remember the most spectacular sunsets in Arizona, maybe over the Grand Canyon.  

Please share your answers in the comments.  

Pretty Birds

 

In the comments on last Saturday's posting, Andrew asked if the bird was a woodpecker.  There are several varieties of said birds in the United States.  The two images above are a Hairy Woodpecker ~Dryobates Villosus or maybe it is a Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker ~ Sphyrapius varius. 

Anyone know for sure which it is? 

I bought a book on wild flowers of the region.  Reading that, I will never look at a flower the same way, how many petals, how many leaves, how are the petals and leaves arranged.  People spend a lifetime trying to understand this stuff.  Still I am not too old to learn new tricks.  

An Interruption for a political message - If There Is A Higher Power

Now is a chance to convince a lot of people.

Blursday

I remember when I first started visiting clients in skilled nursing facilities (care homes) seeing bulletin boards in the hallways and common areas with the Day, the Date, the Season, the Weather, the next upcoming holiday, the last past holiday, who the President was. I was puzzled as to why, and honestly the postings were very elementary school in a home filled with mature adults.  Then I saw the Mini Mental Status (State) Exam, and realized they were trying to keep in inmates (residents) oriented to time and place so they could score well on this basic screening tool for mental capacity.  

Back in 2015 I spent some time as a resident for inpatient physical rehab.  I was there over the Memorial Day weekend.  I remember being surprised when I didn't have any therapy scheduled for Monday, asking when it would be scheduled, and being told Monday was a holiday and most of the staff had the day off.  In a couple of weeks, with no connection to a normal schedule (and a few pain meds) I had lost track of the calendar beyond what was posted on the schedule in my room - the times I was schedule to be picked up for therapy and about when I would return to my room. Those postings the hallway were an attempt to connect the day-to-day routine to what the rest of the world considers the normal connection to place and time that is lost when we veer from our normal routine, from connectedness with the outside world.  

There is a lot of that going on this year all over the world.  And yet we still consider those benchmarks of memory as a measure of capacity.  We aren't losing it, it is different. 

Have you found yourself needing to check what day of the week it was more than usual?   

Seasons

For some reason I have been thinking about the seasons recently.  I probably have a favorite, but maybe not.  Here are my feelings on the seasons.  

Winter, is a time of rest and renewal.  In this part of the world the deciduous trees drop their leaves.  It is a season on contrasts, and deep shadows. Of late mornings and early nights.  I am not a fan of really cold weather, snow is pretty for a day or so, then the novelty wears off.  When I lived in the semi-tropics I learned to love the subtlety of winter.  The growth of the landscape slowed, the colors shifted from vibrant greens to more subdued shades.  I sometimes felt that I was the only person who recognized that Florida has four seasons.  

Spring is the time of rebirth and renewal.  Spring brings bright, almost violent greens to the landscape.  It is the season for baby birds, and lambs (the world needs more sheep.) Everything grows and changes in the spring, yet there is an immaturity to the world.      

Summer is the season of growth, of warmth, of long days and shorter nights.  Summer is the young adulthood to middle age of life.  The colors reach dark intensity, so green that they become dark. The flowers bloom, and move past blooming to seed or fruit.  

Autumn (fall) is the season of maturity.  As an old farm boy, fall is the season of harvest, and bounty.  In this mess moderate climate, the landscape experiences dramatic changes, with the diverse and vibrant yellows, reds, purples, and browns. The sun rises later, sets earlier, the weather cools from the sometimes stifling heat of summer.  Autumn is the climates equivalent of retirement age.  

Andrew in Australia recently posted a photo of spring bloom, reminding me that the seasons are not tied to months of the year.  I need to spend time south of the equator. 

Are you noticing a change of seasons where you are? 

The Way We Were Wednesday - Running

 I ran for about a decade, starting in my late 20's.  There was a nice running series in central Florida.  I ran 4 or 5 mornings a week, and about 20 Saturdays a year, I would go off to a race.  This was taken at a 10K in downtown Orlando.  There are good reasons why I stopped running, but I have to admit I do miss it.  I miss the time alone, without interruptions.  I miss seeing the landscape at 4 or 5 miles per hour, with nothing between me and the wind.  I miss the magic of movement.  I am glad I ran before everyone seemed to be plugged into headsets.  

I am getting some of that back with my morning walks along the river.  Time alone, with just my thoughts, seeing the world one on one.  But the magic of movement isn't the same. 

Are you a runner or former runner? 

Books

Spo the dear one, has done a whole series about books that changed his life. I mentioned in my comments that my parents had an odd relationship with books.  Books cost money, and took up space, so they didn't buy them.  My mother had a couple of boxes of books that had come from her parents, that I don't recall her ever reading, but she wouldn't part with.  They read the Detroit News newspaper from cover to cover every day, but books were a different story. 

When I was a teenager, my family started spending winters in Florida, and I discovered my first bookstore.  Heaven! A few years later when I was living in Orlando I started reading a lot, a couple of major bookstores moved in, I built massive bookcases in the living room of the second Laurel Home,* and books become a major part of my life.  

Thinking about books.  I remember reading a series of novels by Jack London as a young teenager, everyone remembers the "Call of the Wild", there is another one in that series about a wildlife photographer that starts with a shopping venture in a real camera shop.  I don't remember the name of it, but left an impression, I loved it, it was the best.  I still love cameras, I still love a walk in the woods.  

In high school I remember two assigned books.  The Great Gatsby, I remember slogging through it, and really not understanding it; and later Walden.  Walden changed my life.  It really focuses on living for what is important and disregarding the rest.  The philosophy and lessons from the book have been a recurring theme in my life.  Strip away the things that are more work than they are worth.  Live life - enjoy it along the way.  A focus on experiences over material things.  Thoreau was comfortable with being alone, I think the two of us would have enjoyed knowing one another, as long as we didn't spend too much time together.  

In college I read "Cross Creek" by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, she is much more famous for "The Yearling."  I remember it connecting me to life in rural Florida, to the rhythm of the seasons in the semi-tropics.  I reread it this past year, I was shocked at the racism in the book.  It would never be published today.  Rereading helped me to understand how nasty the racism was in the south, just 80 years ago.  

Another assigned book from college was Zorba the Greek. It was part of a first year course in interdisciplinary humanities.   Zorba was all about living for the moment, taking in the adventure of life, blooming where you are planted, enjoying life, and learning to dance.  Of all of the books I read in undergrad, it is the one I have reread, and will reread again.  The original is in Greek, there are several translations.  In the best one, Zorba is asked if he is married and he replies, "the wife, the kids, the whole catastrophe!"  In later translations, the last phrase is not included.  

In recent years I have started keeping track of books I have read. Most of them on Kindle.  When we sold the other house, we downsized and donated hundreds of books.  

What books changed your life? 

* I worked for a company called Laurel Homes for 7 years, and built myself three homes while I worked there.  The first Laurel Home I lived in a little over a year. It was not large enough and I sold it at a profit and built the second Laurel Home. I lived there until J and I moved on for new adventures.  The third Laurel Home I never lived in. I rented it for a few years, and then my ex received it as part of separation agreement.  Laurel Homes, was named after the founder's favorite cow.  

My Music Monday - Time In A Bottle

When I saw this wine bottle floating in the river one morning recently, I thought of two songs, Message in a Bottle by Sting, and Jim Croce's hauntingly beautiful Time in a Bottle.   

There is a lot of stress and despair going around right now. All I can say is, there, there, it will all be okay.  Happiness is something we need to find inside, happiness is in us. 

In tough times we can do our best work. I met a college professor about 20 years ago who had started her career in one of the eastern European countries torn apart by civil war.  She spoke of the desperation of burning her books, not because of what was in them, but because it was the only way to stay warm when the war shut off the gas and electricity one winter. During that time, she wrote what she considered to be some of her work. As I have told a few friends going through difficult times, the best is yet to come.   

What would you put in the bottle? 

Sunday Five - You Must Be

We hear it all the time, you two must be brothers.  Hence this weeks Sunday Five.

1. Do we look like brothers? 
2. What would be the best snappy response? (We are married, we have been together 28 years.) 
3. Are you and your other  - often mistaken for siblings? 
4. Does my hand look weird to you? 
5. Haven't had a haircut since this was taken in March, is it about time or should I just let it grow? 

There is no utility in my answering these, as they are kinda all about me (self centered creature that I am.) Please share your answers in the comments.  

Miscellaneous

 The last couple of weeks of work have been brutal.  I need to learn to say no, I ended up with 6 major trainings in three weeks, three in one week.  If they weren't virtual, it would have been impossible.  I am entering a new contract year on my primary project.  Painful would be a good description of the process.  The first of the trainings was a smashing success, over 3,000 attendees online.  This time of the year is often intense.  This will pass.  

I produce an annual national conference, gone virtual this year - coming up later in October.  We have negotiated with the hotel and I now have until mid March to make a decision on going in-person, or virtual, or something else for 2021.  

The weather has started to cool, a few mornings in the 50's, days under 80.  Nice.  

I will vote, soon.  I will encourage others to vote blue. But I am disconnecting from the news right now.  The hypocrisy is nauseating.   

I met Ruth Bader Ginsburg at a reception at the Supreme Court 3 or 4 years ago. I had the pleasure of watching her ask intelligent questions in the Court, several times.  I am sad, she will be missed.  I think she did what she found value in as long as she could do it, I hope she died with no regrets.  She made a real difference in our lives.  

I am adapting to Bloggers ongoing changes.  I am easy, as long as it works, I use it.  I do wonder if they have solutions in search of problems.  

What is happening in your world?

 

A Fleeting Moment

 I walked to the end of the trail one morning, and this beautiful bird was wading not 10 feet away, almost too close for the lens I carry.  I snapped a few quick images, and a couple with a dog walked up behind me and said "good morning" and the dog went woof and the bird was off.  They apologized for scaring the bird, I assured them it was okay.  It was a chance encounter, the bird was unlikely to stay there long no matter what.  Birds like people, are a fleeting moment in time.  Here one moment, gone on the next.  There was a time when I would have been angry that someone scared my bird, but he/she was never my bird.  I just happened for a fleeting moment to be in the birds proximity.  I was lucky to have those few moments close and alone.  When I am walking the trail, and I see someone stopped, looking through a camera or binoculars, I will slow or stop at a distance, approach silently.  A couple of times I have seen extraordinary things by being quiet.  The couple with the dog, pointed out the beaver a day or two later. I need to remember to thank them for that, I never would have noticed him without their telling me about him. 

What has been the fleeting moment in your life recently?  

Snatched a Picture of a Beaver

 Well that headline should hit the search engines for guys looking for an entirely different kind of beaver.  This is the aquatic rodent kind.  In the first picture, just below the shoreline, slightly to the right of center, the dark lump sticking out of the water is the head of a beaver.  A very fast swimmer, it took me a way along the trail to catch up and be a point where I had an unobstructed view.  Occasionally he or she would flick the tail out of the water. I have seen evidence, in the form of trees being gnawed on along the trail. This was the first time this year I had seen one in the water.  As the vegetation dies down for winter, beaver sightings will be more common.  One morning I was listening to the morning traffic report, traffic was backed up on the George Washington Parkway inbound because of a large beaver crossing the road.  Why did the beaver cross the road? To vote blue in the next election.  

Seen any aquatic rodents recently? 

The Way We Were Wednesday - London 1990 - How Can it be 30 years already

 My first international trip was in late May early June, a week in London.  It is hard to believe it has been 30 years, and somehow I missed this milestone on my blog.  This is at the end of Downing Street, I didn't have an appointment to see Maggie and she was busy. I was near my running peak at that time, a 32 in waist. We stayed in a hotel in Hammersmith, I have fond memories of running along the Themes in the early morning. The camera is a Cannon AE1 program, with a power winder.  Most likely it had my favorite 24mm lens on it.  This photo was taken with a compact 35mm - a door prize at a Christmas party.  

What was your first big adventure? 

Taking Stock - How am I doing?

I have debated posting this. I try to stay positive all of the time. I was trained in the fake it till you make it mind set.  But at times, I need to pause and take stock. Doing so helps me understand where I really am.  For work, I write reports a couple of times a year, of all of the trainings and publications I have finished in a year.  I am always surprised by how much I have done.  

Almost 3/4 of the way over, 2020 has been filled with unexpected adventures.  Some good, some not.

What is going well for me? 

• I am enjoying working from home.  
• I like my 5 second commute. 
• I like the dress code (or lack thereof)
• I like our Zoom staff meetings   

• I am enjoying my daily walks.  I have developed a routine, I do well with routine. 

• I am enjoying cooking, and having time to be creative in the kitchen from time to time
•  I love my remodeled bathroom, I dreamed about what I wanted, defied the conventions, and I love what I have 

 

What is not working so well for me?  

• I miss traveling, for the first time in years I have gone six months with no pending airline reservations
• I miss eating out.  I tire of my own cooking from time to time. 
• I miss the reading time on the trains going to and from the office - I will do well to finish half the number of books this year that I did last. 
• I miss looking up to watch the progress on the new Potomac Yard Station, and counting the number of private jets at National Airport (a sure sign of how many people are in town to buy a congressman today) 
• I am afraid of the election. 
• I have stopped watching the news.  Between the plague, the genocide at the hands of the government, and the liar in chief, I just couldn't watch anymore.  I never thought that I would choose being uninformed to protect my wellbeing.  

How are you holding up? 

 

  
 

My Music Monday - Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) on Harpejji G16 by Mathieu Terrade.

Something a little different this week. Enjoy! 

Sunday Five - Things That Make Me Smile

The Concord makes me smile. When EPCOT opened, British Airways and Air France landed a pair of them at Orlando International Airways, I remember pulling off the side of University Boulevard and stopping to watch them on final approach.  Seeing one makes me smile. 

1: What food makes you smile?

2: What drink, makes you smile? 

3: Describe a memory from childhood that makes you smile.

4: What moment in history makes you smile? 

5: What wish for the future makes you smile? 

My answers: 

1: What food makes you smile? Cheese 

2: What drink, makes you smile? Chocolate milkshake.  

3: Describe a memory from childhood that makes you smile. Seeing the Grand Canyon as a 6 year old. 

4: What moment in history makes you smile? Armstrong stepping onto the moon.

5: What wish for the future makes you smile? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, leaving DC in disgrace. 9

Please share your answers in the comments. 

 

A Day Out

 The building managers sent us notice a couple of weeks ago, that maintenance was going to be replacing a main water supply line, meaning the water was going to be off in the entire building all day one day.  I looked at my calendar and had nothing critical, I marked the day "Get out of Dodge."  

My first thought was a nice slow drive out into the countryside and back, I plotted a course into Maryland down along the Chesapeake Bay to places I have never been.  Then the weather forecast was rain, at times heavy.  So we went to plan B, an outing to a museum.  We looked online, the Udvar Hazy Center at Dulles is open.  this is the Smithsonian's huge airplane collection. You have to book in advance, on timed tickets.  They limit the number of people allowed in.  They are doing some roof / ceiling work, so parts of the floor are closed, and parts of the collection are covered to limit the dust settling on them.  We wandered around for a couple of hours.  There were few people, everyone was masked, and keeping their distance.  The small crowd enhanced the experience.  

Afterwards, we drove down into Manassas and had lunch in a local restaurant.  The food was good, the service delightful, I left a 35% tip for the server.  I do hope the good local places survive.  

Are you ready for a day out? 

More Rocks for Anne Marie

 When I posted about the political rocks, Anne Marie asked for some photos of the rocks in situ.  Most, but not all of the one's I have placed have been on benches and bridge posts along the GW parkway.  Some of them have stayed in place for a few days, most disappear within a day.  I have looked and they don't seem to be being tossed.  I am hoping that people take them home, share them with a friend, keep them handy to remind themselves to get out and VOTE.  

The candidate I voted for in the primary, withdrew.  But anyone, anything would be an improvement.  The bag full of rocks is brighter than he-who-must-not-be-named.  I recently saw a post that simply said, "You had me with complete sentences." I agree. 

Rock the Vote, Please! 

Technology - What Have I Been Thinking About

Recently I have listened to a couple of lectures on cyber security, and John was surprised that Alexa knew his name. We live in a deeply connected world.  Our phones, computers, Google, Amazon, Apple, Blogger and Facebook know more about us than we know about ourselves.  Some of this we have knowingly shared.  Much of it is a mystery to us, how our devices know who we are. Alexa is tied to an Amazon account, and Amazon knows who the account holder is - she took a lucky guess that it was John and not a special Someone - though it wouldn't surprise me if Alexa was using voice recognition.  One of the financial institutions I work with uses voice recognition as a secondary verification. 

I had drafted a long and scary rant about data security - you can find that elsewhere.  

I am surprised that Amazon sends me advertising featuring things I have never shopped for - like frilly ladies undies.  Yes, they target ads, but the random ads for things I never look at are really a waste.  We keep Alexa sequestered in the kitchen,  I wonder why Amazon keeps suggesting cook books.  

Facebook - the cesspool of society that so many of us are addicted to -  really can't get the ads right.  Putting pro he-who-must-not-be-named ads on my feed - what a waste of electrons.  For a while I was clicking on them, it costs the advertiser more if you click on the ad, than if you just skip it.  But my tolerance for brain poison is limited and I started blocking the ads.  

The more I work at home, the less I turn my mobile phone on.  I recently went five days without turning it on.  I need it for multi-factor authentication to log into critical systems for work, if I don't need to do that, I don't always turn it on.  Five days and the world didn't stop turning, no one died.  Try it, you might be surprised.  

What have you been thinking about?  

The Way We Were Wednesday - The Elf on My Shelf

 I have had this elf since the early 1960's.  I thought he was long lost, and stumbled across him recently when sorting through a box of flotsam from years ago.  It has history.

Richard proposed to my Aunt Edith at Christmas of about 1962 or 1963.  A friend of his mother took an egg carton and filled the cells in it with Christmas decorations, including this little elf, and a diamond ring.  I was ring bearer in their wedding the following spring.  The following Christmas she gave me one of this elf.  I treasured it, brought it out every Christmas for years.  Now it resides in the glass fronted bookcase in my bedroom.  

Isn't he sweet?