My attempt at capturing the Harvest Moon a few nights ago. It really was so bright the light was coming into my bedroom window like the sun rising. I had to turn over just to block out the light so I could sleep. Finally I stopped fighting it and just got up to look at the moon and take a picture. I thought, “this would be a good night to go fishing.”
The sun setting on Lake Michigan. Our dog Otis on the beach making sure things are in order and the family safe for the night, he’s always so concerned about us. I miss this vacation, heck I miss all my vacations. This one was special though, the last family vacation. I think it’s going to always be that week I look back on and smile about. I knew going in it would be the last so the mood was bittersweet but I made the most of it.
A few of the bird homes are near the starting trail so you have to pass by and certain times of the summer these birds are particularly protective of them. When walking by they dive bomb you, pulling up just before impact. My reaction is always to duck and run.
This winter has been brutal. I’ve experienced temperatures colder than I’ve ever felt. I’ve seen more snow than I’ve ever seen, enough to last a lifetime. I can’t remember what flowers, dirt and grass smell like.
As soon as the snow melts I will be on the trails looking for signs of life and hoping to photograph a flower.
When flying I always schedule a window seat. Being able to look out the window is like a road trip allowing me to see each state on the way to my destination. When you travel from Michigan to Arizona that covers a wide range or states.
Of course there’s no stopping on the way to take pictures or grab a bite to eat at the little dinner you find along the way. Things of course look different at 32-40 thousand feet up.
I’d like to take a road trip out west or even south to west and back up but that would take time. There’s the whole self employed thing that makes that hard to do plus kids and all.
This iPhone image was taken two years ago on my way to Arizona to visit a friend.
Ann Arbor botanical gardens. Sometimes I can get close but more often than not they fly away way before I am in within five feet. This one was busy collecting and didn’t seem to notice or care.