Well. I think I have a few thousand images of birds. But I went out to my favorite park today and got a few more. Just in case.
You can never have too many pictures of birds. Right?
Camping dreams
It’s in the mid 30s this afternoon, with grey skies and a bit of a chilly breeze. Not weather that supports camping in a tent. Yet…it will not be long before I can be out in the woods in my little tent again.
In fact, if you want prime sites you have to book them as early as possible. Here in Michigan you can book a site online at our state parks, but only 6 months in advance. So right now, you can reserve sites for June 8th and before.
You probably aren’t surprised that so far I have two camping trips reserved. One is with a group of friends, at the end of May, in northern Michigan. I hope it’s warm enough up there by then!
And a couple days ago I booked 3 days at a state park with a view of the Mackinaw Bridge. This replicates what I had reserved for June of 2020 that got cancelled while we were all in lockdown. It makes me smile to know I’ll get there this year.
I checked a calendar and chose three days when there won’t be a moon, so, as long as there also aren’t clouds, I should be able to get some nice star shots with the bridge in the background. I have a site right on the water, so I’ be able to shoot pictures without even leaving my campsite.
That’s the plan anyway.
Now…as we move further into winter, I’ll have opportunities to make more reservations, but I need to be careful to leave time to be here at home, or better yet, time to spend in Alabama with my family, just as soon as it’s safe to do that.
Meanwhile I’ll dream about camping as the wind blows and snow floats down. It’s good to have something to look forward to during the long dark nights of winter.
What’s getting you through these cold winter days?
Shenanigans on my deck
I’ve started putting some seed along the deck railing for the birds, and by default the squirrels.
The downside is that they are making a mess and I’ll have to go clean up after them soon. The upside is that they make me smile every day. And seriously, who doesn’t need a few smiles during these scary times?
We’ve been slowly getting over the virus, though both husband and I still have difficulty taking a deep breath.
I tried playing my clarinet a couple weeks ago but didn’t have the air to do it. Maybe that would have been the case after weeks of not playing anyway. Or maybe it’s the result of covid. It would probably be good respitory therapy to play a little every day even though it sounds, well, to be honest, bad.
I’ve been reading too much facebook, too many dog friends have crossed over the rainbow bridge lately. In particular, Sarah the bookstore dog, who I’ve met a few times and who was always glad of a head scritch and posed for me without demanding a treat. I will miss her.
And Nico, a sheltie I’ve never met in person but who showed up in my FB feed every morning with a greeting and sweet semi-worried face. I will miss him too. And the other shelties, so many, including Dallas and Dakota, I will miss hearing about all of them.
2020 has been a year of loss and I don’t suppose all that will just stop on New Years Day. But there are bird and squirrel shenanigans happening daily on my deck and there are vaccines on the way.
All told there is reason to hope. And even smile.
Giving Tuesday thanks
Here it is Friday already and I haven’t been back to thank so many of you for your support of my Giving Tuesday Facebook fundraiser.
As you may remember I was raising funds for CRASH (Citizens for Reliable and Safe Highways) which is a 501c3 under the umbrella of the Truck Safety Coalition (TSC). I’m a volunteer with them, and have been since dad was killed December 23, 2004 by a tired semi driver who failed to see traffic stopped ahead of him.
Anyway, giving Tuesday is a way for people to easily donate to nonprofits and many of you donated to mine, and I can’t thank you enough.
This year we had two anonymous donors each willing to match the first $10,000 we raised, so it was very important that collectively we get to that magic mark, and we did! We actually raised about $13,000, so all in all the organizations, between CRASH and P.A.T.T (Parents Against Tired Trucking, the other organization under the TSC umbrella) raised $33,000.
This is much more than we’ve ever been able to raise on this platform before, and that’s due to our First Reponse Coordinator getting behind the effort, organizing us and cheering us on. Next year we hope to have even more volunteers put up their own fundraiser on Giving Tuesday so that we can raise even more.
By maintaining our fundraisers, talking about them throughout the day (I even did a live interview), changing the images at the top, sharing it often, we not only kept ourselves front and center, but we reenergized our donor base and our volunteers.
Now we’re ready to start work — there is much to be done, and with your help we’ll be able to move forward, helping more people, one family at a time. If you weren’t able to help, that’s OK, I appreciate your emotional support as much as your monetary support. I know you guys have my back and that counts more than you can ever know.
Again, thank you all so much.
In preparation of Giving Tuesday
It’s become a bigger and bigger thing, Giving Tuesday. Put on by Facebook, it’s a day when nonprofits post about their organizations and ask for friends and familiy, and friends of their friends and family, to give a little to help. There are all sorts of nonprofits, and each one has a worthy story to tell.
Long time readers know our story, but we’re coming up on the anniversary and tomorrow is Giving Tuesday. It seems like a good time to tell it again.
In 2004, early in the morning of December 23rd, my dad was killed by a sleepy semi driver while on his way to the Atlanta airport with a ticket in his pocket to fly north for the holidays.
That’s the short and shocking version. The long version is just as shocking once you realize how preventable dad’s and so many other crashes are.
After dad was killed, and while we were trying to get our footing, someone found the Truck Safety Coalition online, and through them we found a truck crash lawyer who knew exactly what to do to protect our rights. Suddenly we had help.
And once all of that was settled some of us found that we wanted to help other families too, so we joined the Truck Safety Coalition to talk to folks who were facing the same sorts of challenges we did. We have two goals; we provide support to families who are just as shocked as we were and we educate lawmakers about the dangers on our roads. By doing both we provide a place for people just like us, living with unimaginable pain, to use their grief to make our roads safer.
It’s complicated, I know. Nothing is black and white, every regulation has unintended consequences. But every family I’ve talked to in the sixteen years since dad was killed wants the same thing we did way back then – we just want fewer families to have to go through the loss and grief we went through.
Just over 5,000 people died in truck-related crashes in 2019. Over 125,000 people were injured and trends are continuing to go up. Every time we hold our Sorrow to Strength conference I meet new families who are in the middle of crushing pain.
There are always new families.
Truck crashes are not Republican or Democrat, they don’t recognize any particular religion or faith, don’t care about race, ethnicity or gender. Truck crash survivors and families of victims who come to us for help become members of our truck safety family, and we know that within our family we are understood and supported. Even sixteen years after the crash.
Tomorrow is Giving Tuesday. I’ll have a post up on Facebook asking for donations to CRASH (Citizens for Reliable and Safe Highways) which along with P.A.T.T. (Parents Against Tired Truckers) form the Truck Safety Coalition. Both CRASH and P.A.T.T are 501c3 nonprofits, and this year because of a Covid Relief Bill (the CARE Act), everyone is allowed to use up to a $300 charitable donation as a tax deduction even if you don’t normally get to deduct charitable gifts.
So I’m hoping some (OK a lot) of you will consider making that donation. This year we have two anomymous donors who are matching the first $10K we raise on Tuesday. So your $1.00 donation will actually give us $3.00!
Thank you for reading this, and looking at pictures of my dad. My brothers and sister and I miss him every single day, and always will. Sadly we know there are thousands of new families, just in 2020, that are missing their family members, or dealing with traumatic injuries too.
Please help us help them.
A little barn magic
A few weeks ago husband and I were over near Lansing Michigan picking up a leftover campaign sign and I noticed the area was full of beautiful barns. And me with no camera. So I vowed that one day I’d go back and see what I could gather for my collection.
Yesterday was sunny, and I didn’t have any commitments, so it seemed like the perfect barn collecting kind of day.
On the way over there I passed a barn I showed you last summer. It was so pretty in the morning light that I had to stop and grab another couple shots. I’m sure you won’t mind seeing it again either.
This is one of my favorite barns because it’s off by itself and it has this tree and photogenic fence. Plus there’s somewhere safe to park.
The hardest thing about hunting for barns is that you might see them, off across a field, or down a road, but there’s often no safe place to park. I love lonely dirt roads where you have time to park on the road, stand just outside your car and grab a shot before anyone else comes along.
Yesterday wasn’t like that.
No, yesterday almost all the roads were paved, and some of them were way too busy to be stopping. No shoulders either, though I generally don’t like parking on the shoulders of a busy road and will forgo the image if that’s the only parking option.
But some roads, though paved, were totally empty. And it helped that I was out there early, searching for the morning light, before too many people were up and about.
Sometimes the whole farm, shot from across their field, and on a side road, is pretty too.
I love farms. Even when I can’t get the shot I am always glad I saw it.
I caught the morning light glinting off this orange equipment out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and went back for it.
But I’m also aware these are people’s homes and maybe they wouldn’t be happy to have a barn stalker driving back and forth in front of their property. Not sure how they’d feel about me parking in their driveway and walking down their lane to get a better angle.
So I don’t do that.
Sometimes all I can get is a quick, crooked shot almost out of the frame, fixable once I get home.
I guess most people would be happy that someone found their barns, mostly old and sometimes falling down, beautiful. But I don’t know how I’d answer the question, “What are you going to do with the picture?” if they asked. Because the answer really is, ‘nothing, I just like looking at them.”
This was on a dirt road, with manicured lawn all around the outbuildings.
I do. Last night I made a slide show out of several images I’ve taken over the years and sat quite contentedly watching them go by. I can’t remember where some of them were, but I sure like looking at them.
Overgrown by trees, it was still a pretty barn.
Yesterday I could have used a few clouds in the sky to add interest. Some of my favorite barn shots are those with big fluffy white clouds hanging low over red or grey barns. But I had to settle for crystle clear blue sky yesterday.
My favorite barn from yesterday’s adventure, and the reason I went back after seeing it weeks ago.
Oh darn.
This one is hanging on, fighting gravity.
I had fun, spent a few hours driving around in the country, and grabbed a few beautiful barns for my collection.
Barns aren’t always red. This one glowed and I had to go back and forth a few times because it was on a busy road. By then the cows that were in the yard had moved off for breakfast. You’ll have to imagine them there.
Kind of a perfect morning.
All barns are beautiful
The quiet before the storm
Whether you spent it with family and friends or by yourself, Thanksgiving is now just a memory augmented, if you’re lucky, by leftovers in the fridge. Black Friday has decended and though it isn’t the crazy get up in the middle of the night frenzy it once was, when combined with online shopping and a pandemic, for me it’s just a pause before the real world comes flooding back.
If I keep the television off I feel like I can enjoy a few days of peaceful quiet before it’s time to get back into the thick of things. December will be another run up to crazy and I’m not looking forward to any of it.
I’m not feeling blue exactly, but I’m not feeling cheerful either. I’m just feeling sort of…well…quiet. I think I’ll run with that feeling and see where it leads me.
I hope all of you had a peaceful Thanksgiving, or a peaceful Thursday, whichever you chose, and that we all get through these next few months as unscathed as possible.
Hugs to you all.
Change Is Hard 