Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.



I drove over to Katie’s vet this morning to pick up some more flea and tick prevention medicine. She was glad she didn’t have to go with me. I did take my camera as I knew I’d be driving through the country and you just never know what you’ll see.

Almost feels like fall.

I was ambling down the road noticing that the corn here is just starting to tassel which always signals summer winding down to me. On the other hand it also signals the beginning of fresh corn season which is almost good enough to offset the heartache of summer’s demise.

And then suddenly there it was. The road ahead was closed. More road construction and me out in the middle of nowhere. No easy fixes here, I just took the last corner and headed west again when I needed to go east.

Turns out it wasn’t really such a bad deal. I got to see two barns I never would have found.

Time to start putting food away for winter.

This is what’s so fun, for me, about driving into unknown farm territory. You catch just a glimpse of a barn, sometimes a bit of red, or the tip of a roof line and if you’re lucky it turns into a great find.

Caught a glimpse of this one through the trees.

And on my way home I deliberately turned the wrong way…

What’s that way out there?

…and happened to come across a shorn wheat field full of Canadian geese and sandhill cranes.

I pulled over and stood in that field for a long time listening to them squabble over the best eating. The cranes were walking among the geese who were mostly napping. Different groups of cranes were flying at other groups.

This group of 5 was marching toward some sleeping geese.

I tiptoed away after awhile and continued home. What was just a trip to the vet to pick up some pills turned into a mini-adventure for me.

Don’t tell Katie, she’ll be mad she didn’t get to go.

Pretty big barn.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

21 thoughts on “Detouring

  1. Love the barns! Beautiful photos as usual.


  2. oh how I love those cranes! Beautiful barn- great shot. How are you feeling?


  3. Wow! I know that if were to see sandhill cranes while driving I would not have my camera 😉 I’m sure you have said, but what part of Michigan are you in? Any of those photos could have been from northern Ohio, except I have never seen sandhill cranes there…


  4. I love when errands turn into adventures. I wanted to tell you that at work we have this ‘summer vacation’ bulletin board. One gal posted photos of her and her husband at Lake Martin and at Bogs and Boughs….or something like that. Ring any bells? I so wanted to remember what it was cause I thought of you right away!


  5. Sounds absolutely delightful. When making my big 2-week trip through the northwest, I took the least direct, least interstateish route when practical; best views and photo ops along those, for sure.


  6. Making a “wrong” turn is so often the right thing to do isn’t it? Love your photos and how you see the world. Thank you!


  7. Poor Katie. She won’t hear a peep from me about your wonderful adventure!


  8. I love that red barn. 🙂 I admire your sense of adventure. I’m not always happy about having to detour and I’m not sure I have ever intentionally taken a wrong turn. Maybe I should.


    • Next time you’re driving somewhere out in the country turn left instead of right and just see what’s there. You can always turn around and go the ‘right’ way if there’s nothing interesting.


  9. I guess barns are probably red everywhere, but that first one just screams Michigan to me! ❤


  10. Beautiful and pastoral

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