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Planning a Walktober
A rainy day for a walk, still the colors were great.
Those of you new around here might not know what a Walktober is. It’s one of my favorite things to do in the fall and I’m delighted that Robin, over at her blog Breezes at Dawn is going to host it again this fall.
I’ve been doing her Walktober for a number of years, I should go back and count how many, and I always enjoy it. Sometimes even Katie joins in, and you know what a princess she is!
Katie shared her backyard last October.
Walktober is just what it sounds like. You go on a walk, in October, take a picture or a few pictures, (or a lot if you’re like me) and write a post on your own blog, linking it to Robin’s. At the end of the submission time she will post and link to everyone’s walk and we’ll all get to see what other parts of the country or the world look like in October.
Maybe you’ll find flowers to share with us!
So think about it. If you wanted to show us something you value and enjoy near you, where would you go? Visit a favorite spot, between October 3rd and the 18th, then link your post to Robin’s official Walktober announcement post (which she’ll have up prior to the start). That’s all there is to it.
Even if you pick a rainy day there will be something pretty or interesting to photograph.
It’s so much fun, you won’t ever regret getting out for a walk (or as Robin says, a bike ride, a skate, a run, a paddle or even a drive) in October!
Biking would be fun too.
And those of you living in cities shouldn’t feel left out. Last Walktober I took everyone on a tour of Detroit’s riverfront, with a side trip into a bit of the city. Feel free to take us for a walk anywhere! The more diverse posts we get to see the better!
Photos on this post are from several of my own walks around here these past few days. I can’t wait to see where you will take us all! See you soon!
Starting to show a touch of color now.
Live music in a different way
Last night I attended, in a manner of speaking, the Detroit Symphony playing their opening concert of the new season. They played in Orchestra Hall, just like they have every season for years.
But it was very different this year.
This year I ran across an ad for the concert on Facebook. The concert was due to begin live streaming in four minutes. Tickets were $12. I spent three of those minutes finding my purse and credit card and entering all the data to get my virtual ticket.
At the last moment I tuned in to watch.
A lone violinist stood on a partially dark stage playing the National Anthem to a lit flag. Something about the lonliness of the performance had me feeling blue. No one was singing, so I softly did, off key, alone, with tears in my eyes. The last note was swallowed up by the empty seats, the silence deafening.
And then the opening piece, Fanfare for the Common Man by Copland began. Near the back of the otherwise empty stage were three percussionists, dressed in their concert blacks, with black masks, spaced at least 10 feet apart, playing a gong, the bass drum and a timpani. At the front of the stage was the conductor standing on a raised podium. And behind him, spread across the balconies, were the brass, high above the empty main floor.
The piece was electrifying. They played it, said the conductor later, to honor the Covid victims and because it is filled with hope. It certainly made me feel better, though it was so odd that when it was finished the conductor bowed to the empty house and exited, stage right just as he would if we were all there, wildly applauding.
They played several other pieces, all relatively short. My favorite was Gabriel’s Oboe by Morricone, which was played to “provide some peace to all of you during this time.” It’s just beautiful, if you have time, sit somewhere comfortable, close your eyes and listen.
The whole concert was a little less than an hour. Watching was a bit surreal, even the fully orchastrated pieces had at most 15 people on the stage. Those playing strings wore masks. The woodwinds had plexiglass sitting in front of them, and a cloth on the floor to capture any drips. At the end of each piece the solists were recognized; they stood and bowed slightly to the empty house.
I was grateful to watch a live concert but I wonder how the musicians felt playing it. Did it seem strange to have no applause? Could they feel us out here, our faces lit by the glow of a screen, leaning forward and letting the music fill us up? Could they sense the emotion we were feeling? Did they feel something similar?
I hope they did. I hope the music filled them up as well. And I hope someday we get to sit, shoulder to shoulder with strangers, in a packed hall. I hope we get to spontaneously and as one rise to our feet with applause at the end of a piece. I hope we get to grin at each other and shake our heads in wonder.
I hope we get to clap until our hands hurt.
Until then I’ll gladly spend $12 to watch them on my laptop. It’s money well spent.
Anniversary smiles
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary.
Lots of years ago, when we were much younger.
We got married in the town I grew up in, in the church we attended every Sunday when I was a kid, even though I hadn’t lived there for more then 15 years myself.
Who could have guessed all that was ahead of us when we took those vows and cut that cake. I’m sure glad I didn’t have to get through it all alone.
It wasn’t a very big wedding, but it must have been legit because we’re still married — thirty years later.
And that makes us smile.
My sister and me.
Finally!
Katie here.
As you all know mama has been camping a couple of times this summer. She tries to hide it from me, but she is foolish to think I don’t know. When she comes home from being away for a few days and starts carrying in a bunch of stuff from the car, well, it would be pretty hard for me not to tell, just from the way she smells.
If you know what I mean.
OK mama, what are we going to do next?
I think I’ve been pretty patient and I try to be understanding about her need to spend time on her own. Though why she’d want to I have no idea. Everybody’s life is enhanced if they have a princess around. Sometimes she doesn’t appreciate that, but I know, deep down inside, she knows it’s true.
We had a couple of beautiful days to explore.
Anyway, last week mama was watching the weather and the guy said that we were going to have a string of days when the highs didn’t get too hot and at night the temperatures would be really cool. My kind of weather!
And mama, being mama, grabbed that opportunity to reserve our favorite campsite at the local state park for us. Three whole nights of sleeping out under the stars! I was so excited!
Mama and I like to keep our campsite shipshape.
Mama said it’s a lot harder to pack the car when I’m coming along. My crate and my princess pillow and my towels and food and snacks and water and bowls and leashes all take up a lot of space. I pointed out that she’s lucky to have me to keep her company and she decided it’s all worth it.
This trip was all about me so we went on lots of walks.
She wasn’t so sure the first night though. I got her up at 2:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom, and then just about every half hour after that. In case it was time for breakfast you know. We walked along the campground road, the whole place was pretty empty and the stars were so bright overhead, shining in the warm night air. Mama didn’t seem to mind taking all those walks at all.
She seemed really pleased that her fitbit said she had almost 4,000 steps by 7 a.m. Yep. Just call me coach. I’m all about fitness, I’m sure she’ll thank me someday.
No dogs allowed on the beach, but that’s OK, I don’t like getting my feet wet anyway.
The second day it was going to get pretty warm by the middle of the afternoon, plus they were starting to predict several hours of thunderstorms coming sometime in the evening or overnight. Mama thought about it for a bit and decided she didn’t really want to be trapped in a small tent with a wet dog for several hours. So she took me home to my dad where I got to sleep on my other princess pillow and enjoy the air conditioning.
Sleeping on my princess pillow at home.
She said she enjoyed sleeping in the tent and listening to the rain by herself. She said she didn’t have to go outside into the rain even once all night long! Imagine that!
The third day, our last full day at camp, she came home and got me and we spent the day taking walks around the campground or on trails in the woods, and once out to the beach to see how the lake looked.
I wasn’t sure what this dangerous thing was at the boat ramp, but I didn’t like it so I barked at it. A lot.
We had a lot of fun. Each walk was pretty short, but I pranced right along, sniffing everything. I love walking in new places with my mom. After each walk we’d go back to our campsite and I’d mostly ignore the towels she provided and instead chose to sleep on the nice cool dirt. Mama spent a lot of her spare time while I was napping reading her book and enjoying the beautiful day.
Naps in the dirt are some of my favorite things about camping.
The last night wasn’t so great as the campground began to fill up for the Labor Day holiday weekend, and one campsite partied all night. Mama was not happy as she couldn’t get any sleep at all. I, being deaf, didn’t mind at all.
Mama said these were pretty. Whatever, mama.
We did spend a lot of time outside the tent that night, while mama stewed in the moonlight about all the noise. She finally settled down and read under the stars until morning when we packed up early and headed home. She stopped to complain about the noise to the ranger, and then we were home with daddy.
Mama said I should stop sticking my head in places it shouldn’t be. I got a bunch of burs stuck in my furs.
I have to say I was very happy to be home too. Daddy was there and he got me a treat and there was nice air conditioning, and stuff. I guess what I’m saying is that as long as I’m with mama and daddy it doesn’t matter if I’m sleeping outside or over one of my air conditioning vents, I’m a happy camper.
Look at the big fungus I found mama!
Hahaha. See what I did there? Happy camper. Yep. That’s me.
I don’t know if I’ll get to go camping again this season. Mama says she’ll try to get us one more trip before it’s too cold.
Come on mama, no more taking pictures, let’s go!
Frankly I don’t think it’s ever too cold, but that’s just me, mama seems to have a different opinion. She says we’ll have to go further away to get a quiet spot as the campgrounds are full just about everywhere even through the month of September.
Mama didn’t take many pictures this trip. This is her artsy-fartsy picture. She always has at least one.
I guess more people are figuring out what I always knew — camping is a perfect vacation!
Signing out for now, your camping guide Katie-girl.
Thanks, mama, for taking me camping!
Thank you
You are all so nice to be worried and I appreciate all the helpful suggestions about my lost pictures. I should have been more clear in telling you I do have all the pictures on the old laptop backed up on an external drive. I just never deleted the files on the laptop. I have a hard time deleting anything.
This is the way my birdfeeder looks when I’m shooting through the window, there are often reflections that bisect the feeder, but this was my first sighting of what I thought was a juvenile rose-breasted grosbeak. They love safflower seeds. Notice there are none on the feeder.
I also have most of the pictures over here on the new laptop too. So really, there was no reason not to delete a boatload of stuff off the old laptop to make room for the few pictures I wanted to find.
So I did.
I put some safflower seed out. And I waited. The cardinal was very pleased, it’s one of his favorites too.
I found most of what I remembered and downloaded those to the old laptop, then looked at them over there and emailed myself a few of them which I then downloaded to my new laptop.
I waited while other birds showed up looking for lunch.
Seems convaluted but it sort of worked. The hardest part was trying to find the photos I remembered from a couple weeks ago looking at little thumbnail images. But I got most of it.
I think.
Lots of other birds showed up.
I wonder why I have such a hard items deleting stuff when I know it’s being stored somewhere else and it’s just taking up valuable space.
And when I’m taking new pictures and sorting through them the image has to be really really bad for me to delete it. And if it’s family or Katie, well, even really really bad images get to stay.
Finally! See him down on the baffle, right at the level of the deck railing in this shot. See the beginning of the rose patch on his breast? He’s not at all sure about all the bird activity up above. In fact that might be another grosbeak landing!
Why is that?
I think one of the reasons I love taking pictures is that it preserves that moment in time, a moment that is already gone by the time the shutter shuts. And each moment seems so precious that even if the image is bad it’s still some sort of preservation.
Finally they both showed up. (This is the other one, and possibly an adult femail.)
I don’t think most people feel this way and I wonder where it comes from.
Anyway, today’s images are brought to you from deep in the memory card and a couple weeks ago when I had a juvinile rose brested grossbeak at the feeder. Maybe I had two, there’s one image with one on each end of the feeder.
They were adorable to watch.
They were only here for two days and I’m glad I got to watch them and capture their cuteness before they went on their way. I hope they come back next spring!
Immature male cardinal? Or just an older molting guy?
I wish things were easy
Hmmmm…that title makes it seem like this is going to be a deep, heavy conversation about something important.
It’s not.
It’s just that with my new laptop I have a steep learning curve and here’s my latest problem.
A couple weeks ago I took some pictures of my birds (not a surprise) and in particular a juvinile rose breasted grossbeak that was adorable. (I think anyway). And when I went to download those pictures to a specific folder on my laptop I found that some of the numbered images had the same number as older things in that file (maybe a new card, I don’t know) and I panicked and somehow hit something and the new images I just took went somewhere and I have no idea where.
This laptop downloads pretty automatically, I insert the card and it pulls the most recent and not already downloaded images up, I can then cut and paste those into a file of my choice. But once they’ve been downloaded the laptop won’t access them again. It only ever shows me the stuff that’s new.
My old laptop would show me everything on the card regardless of whether it had already been uploaded. Sometimes that was a pain. But sometimes it was handy. Like now.
So I thought about just using the old laptop, finding the image I wanted, uploading that to the old computer and then emailing it to myself for download onto the new computer.
Brilliant, right?
Except the reason I have a new computer is that the hard drive is filled on the old one. And it won’t let me download anything.
So…unless someone has a good idea, and I’m sure there is one out there, I think I have to delete a bunch of stuff on the old computer and then download the picture I want to it.
What do you think? Of course the longer I stall and the more pictures I take, the harder it will be for me to find the one I would like to salvage. So I better get a move on.
If you read all the way to the bottom of this ramble, I’ve posted a picture of a pretty barn as a reward.
Smiles guaranteed
We planted a little ‘wild flower’ garden this spring, and it’s in full bloom now. Lots of pretty blossoms, mostly annuals, reaching for the sky.
Our little bit of wildflowers.
This week three sunflowers began to bloom.
Promises of sun arriving soon.
Today one of them opened.
You are my sunshine…
I smile everytime I walk past this patch of flowers, but now with the sunflower I positively grin.
The details are amazing.
Hope you are smiling too!
Pink is pretty too.
Getting my furs cut
Katie here.
So like many of you I’ve had a hard time getting my beauty days scheduled. For months and months, maybe even years in dog math, mama couldn’t get an appointment for me to have my furs and nails done.
Then a couple of months ago she found a lady that lives not so far from us who said she’d clean me up at her house. Mama was very nervous handing me over to someone she didn’t know, but it turned out just fine.
Here’s me just home from my latest spa day.
The lady asked mama if she wanted to be able to tell I had a hair cut and mama said no, because she likes me with long flowing fur, she just wanted my nails done and my feet cleaned up and a little trim on my behind.
I came out beautiful, the lady got all my undercoat out, something that no one has ever done before, and my fur was still long and flowing. Mama decided she’d take me back there regularly.
You can see how my front furs got trimmed.
I’ve been there twice now, and this last time I came home with all my furs cut much shorter. Mama thinks the lady forgot that mama likes my fur long.
This is me with my furs long.
So I ask you. What do you think? Mama could take me back to my old groomer who has done my furs my whole life, she does a better job of cleaning up my feet and she leaves my fur long. But she never got my undercoat cleaned up so good as it is now.
Or mama can talk to the new lady and make sure she lets my leg flags grow back out and my front furs too.
This is me with my fur blowing in the wind back when it was longer.
Do you like my furs better long or short? Mama doesn’t know what to do. Daddy thinks I look cute like this.
I’m not so sure.
Help mama decide…short fur or long?
Change Is Hard 