Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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I saw a cardinal yawn

So when I left you last I had backed away from a crane scuffle and had resigned myself to photographing plants. But I really wanted to get great shots of birds.

I was feeling discouraged.

Bee balm and…well…bee.

I moved slowly through the wetlands, enjoying the wildflowers but keeping my ears open for bird calls. Eventually I made my way back into the woods where the light was dim but a few birds were happily fliting around.

The light was gentle under the old trees.

I felt a bit of hope. I decided that every trip out to this park taught me more about photography and even if I didn’t get my dream shot, the experience of just being in the woods was worth all the blurry bird images I was likely to capture.

Robins aren’t interested in oilers or peanuts but they are curious about what you’re doing in their woods.

I walked slowly, and didn’t offer any birds seed from my hand unless they were obviously asking for something. It was late morning and most of them would have finished their breakfasts long before I showed up.

In fact everything seemed pretty quiet.

Cleaning up after breakfast.

I used the Merlin app on my phone to listen for any interesting birds. I wasn’t hearing very much.

Hey! You’re not going to put that on Facebook, are you?

Then I remembered that I was going to try and stand still and wait while I was out in the woods. That moving around, even slowly, made most of the animals and birds skitter away.

A camouflaged titmouse asks for a treat.

So I stood.

And very soon, flying fast up the path at the level of my head, was a male red-bellied woodpecker.

Just toss me a peanut and nobody gets hurt.

I offered him something from my hand, but he wasn’t having it. He was, however, obviously wanting something to eat. So I tossed a peanut onto the trail behind me and immediately, even before the peanut hit the ground, he was on it.

Nom, nom, nom. Thanks dad!

And so was his youngster, waiting to be fed. They were in the shadows so the image of him feeding the young one is grainy. But it was so cool I wanted you to see it anyway.

Then they both flew up into the tree, dad on the front to ask for more food, and junior on the backside waiting for his free meal.

Come on dad, pour on the angst, she’ll give us a suet ball if you act pathetic!

Poor dad worked so hard. He’d grab something from the trail where I tossed it and fly to a tree where two young woodpeckers noisily followed him. I don’t think he got anything to eat himself.

Here you go, son. But pretty soon you’re going to have to do this for yourself!

The trio followed me for a good quarter mile. He’d zoom past my head and land on a tree trunk, and I’d toss him something that he’d take to his two freeloading kids.

The two youngsters were tag teaming dad.

Meanwhile other birds were gathering to watch. There was a young nuthatch who would have enjoyed an oiler, but was afraid to enter the fray.

Hey buddy! Some of the rest of us would like some attention (and food) too!

And a disgruntled blue jay.

This is ridiculous. Some birds just think they are all that.

And overseeing it all, strangely quiet, was the neighborhood blackbird.

So much ruckus. It’s not seemly at all.

Eventually I got away from the family of woodpeckers and started seeing other little birds.

Thanks lady! It’s always good to have a snack before our morning nap!

It was getting toward noon, the sun directly overhead, and most of the birds were settling down.

Nope, don’t want anything more to eat, lady. Time to rest.

They weren’t hungry, but if I was still I could see them tucked in among the branches.

A fluffy titmouse settles in for a snooze.

I figured it was time to head back to car. I could use a snack myself.

Everybody seemed ready for a nap.

But on my way back to the car my Merlin app said there was a common yellowthroat nearby. And guess what? I found him!

Way back in the shadows, such a cool looking bird!

And just up the trail, hopping around in a cedar tree was a female common yellowthroat! I’ve never seen one before, it was so exciting!

Everybody overlooks me, but I’m just as pretty and I don’t need to wear a mask to be cool!

But what about the yawning cardinal, you ask? Oh yes, he was settling down for a nap in a bush when I walked by.

Not singing, no sound at all, just a big yawn.

I guess I was boring. Or maybe he was just too sleepy to be polite.

Oh, and on the drive out of the park I stopped to watch the osprey and her 3 young.

There was much wing flapping, they’ll be out of the house soon.

It turned out to be a spectacular day. And I learned more about photographing birds. I can’t wait to get out there to try again.


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Still trying

One morning last week I gave in to my itchy shutter finger and went out to Kensington to try to photograph birds who aren’t the regular suspects.

A flicker hides from me.

I’ve been watching, on a Facebook group, nature photographers capturing some stunning images of birds from my favorite park. I asked one of the photographers if he was finding these birds on the nature trails there.

I stalked this yellow ‘bird’ until I realized it wasn’t one.

He said he was wandering around other areas of the park, and that made sense to me. Sure the titmice and chickadees and nuthatches were hanging around looking for a treat, making them easier to photograph. But what about other birds, those that aren’t into landing on hands or snacking on oilers?

While I was waiting for a bird to show up I noticed this pretty pink flower.

So I went out to the park and stopped at a picnic area quite a ways from the nature center. It had a picnic pavilion and a swing set and quite a large open area, surrounded by large, mature woods. I was the only person there. I used my Merlin app to find out what birds were near.

A very fluffy robin was preening.

The place was overrun with robins. But there was also a flicker singing right at the tree line. I followed him for quite awhile…but didn’t have the right settings when he flew up from a branch.

He was in decent light, but I needed to up the shutter speed.

Still, I sort of like the image. It would have been stunning if the wings were sharp.

I adjusted my settings.

I found a bluebird who agreed to sit still for me, though he was a long way away and cropping the image shows the noise. Still, he’s cute, and everyone loves a bluebird.

Hey lady! Get your shot quick, I’ve got to go pick up lunch for the Mrs.

Mostly I chased the flicker around, and never got a better shot of him. Eventually I gave up and drove over to the nature trails where I found myself walking behind this couple.

Just going for a walk.

They were in no hurry, so neither was I.

But then there arose a loud screeching of another crane pair coming in for a landing.

What’s that noise over there?

The original cranes were less than happy and much squawking and wing flapping ensured. The woman at the other end of the trail and I stood still, not wanting to get involved.

I was busy backing away so I missed the most exciting parts of the greeting between the two couples.

Eventually I backed up and headed down another trail where I found beautiful things to photograph that don’t move around so much.

The last of the spring irises.

It’s so much easier to photograph plants.

Joe Pye is just beginning to bloom.

And they make me smile too.

I don’t know what this is, but it sure was pretty!

So I wonder….did I ever find any more birds to photograph? Was I successful at getting any good shots?

This little guy wants to know!

I guess you’ll have to wait and see.


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Tradition

Cherry picking is a long standing tradition in my family.

As far back as I can remember the six of us would drive to an orchard and pick tart pie cherries, buckets and buckets of them, then schlep them all home and sit around the kitchen table pitting them and measuring them into freezer bags for future pies.

Now that I’m the only one still living in Michigan it’s mostly my job to go get the family cherries. It’s not a bad job. Last weekend the weather was perfect and I went out early Sunday morning to the orchard we used to visit as a family more than fifty years ago.


Lots has changed since then. What was once a simple fruit orchard now has a gift store and a winery and farm animals and a wagon ride out to the picking locations.


For many years when I’d visit I’d consciously look for families that looked like mine. Sometimes I’d see someone that looked like my dad, or like the four little blond kids that used to fill their buckets with the shiny red fruit.

Sunday I was there pretty early and the picking was outstanding. I was able to pick fourteen pounds in less than an hour, so I was back in my car before things got really busy.

But I got to watch a few families as they picked. One little boy kept exclaiming how beautiful the cherries were. (He was right.)

Another child was focused on finding the perfect tree. And another child in a different family was having deep conversations about tractors and cars with his dad, all the time picking away.

These are adventures they’ll remember forever. And maybe someday when they’re senior citizens they’ll pick cherries in this orchard and watch a new crop of families and smile just like I did.


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Black and white

Margo, over at her blog, That Little Voice, posted a black and white photo for a challenge. It reminded me how much I enjoy black and white photography, and I said as much. We both mentioned that we don’t do many these days, and I suggested this week we each try to post one black and white image.

So I went out with Penny looking for an opportunity.

For me the thing about black and white is finding simplicity. I like images that aren’t busy, trending toward modern art.

I didn’t exactly find that on this search. But as soon as I took this shot I knew it could be interesting in black and white.

This is Penny exploring a boat ramp at a local lake when the lake was mirror smooth. I was letting her decide if she wanted to get her feet wet. She wasn’t excited about the chance, the only one with wet feet at the end of the day was me. She was curious about the water, hence the ripples around her nose.

I think I’ll keep an eye out for another black and white image when Penny and I are exploring. You never know when you’ll spot something cool. Thanks to Margo for inspiring me to go out and look for black and white!


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But wait! There’s more!

Here it is the end of June and I still haven’t shown you everything we did while camping in northern Michigan in early May. I showed you the stars, and the hiking and camping.

But did I tell you about the barns?

On one of the five days I spent near Sleeping Bear my friend and I drove around the very tip of Michigan’s little finger, taking pictures of the barns and orchards.

It was so much fun. The cherry orchards were just finishing up their blooms and the apple orchard’s blossoms were in their prime.

I haven’t been lucky enough to be there in the spring very often, and each time I round a corner and see a hillside in full bloom I’m stunned.

And of course all those orchards require barns, and there are so many beautiful barns in this part of our state, it’s hard to choose just a few to share with you.

I’ve been to visit Northport many times, and every time I’m there I find another barn that I just have to stop and shoot.

Sometimes it’s a barn I’ve taken pictures of every time I’m there. It doesn’t matter, the light or the trees or the angle or even my mood will be different.

The combination of orchards in bloom and barns is always irresistible.

And while we were there we went in search of trillium, which was also in full bloom that week. The famous Trillium Hill was a must stop.

We laughed about how many pictures of trillium a person needed. I am pretty sure the number is higher than I can count.

And of course there were marsh marigolds galore too.

Northport is a place that’s always hard for me to leave.


And though I never want to leave this special part of our state, I know I’m lucky I get to visit it often.

To think I almost didn’t get these images shared! The summer is marching on and soon I’ll be off on other adventures. But I’ll always love my time in Northport!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this abbreviated version too.


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Farm dog

Hey everybody! It’s me, your Adventure-girl, Penny!

It’s a new adventure!

Guess what, guess what, guess WHAT! I got to go on my very first adventure (that wasn’t a trip to the vet) and let me tell you, there’s a whole world out there.

I can’t wait to see it all!

This is the farm where my grandma grew up.

I personally think I’m going to be very popular with the world, but enough about me. Oh wait. There’s never enough about me!

This image took mom about 15 tries to get. Mom should practice more.

ANYWAY…this week mom needed to get some photos of her (huh, that’s different isn’t it!) so she made arrangements with a photographer to meet her at the family farm down in Ann Arbor. And she took me along with her!

Mostly she got pictures of me getting up and moving. She needs to practice being faster.

I rode in the back seat of the car wearing a harness and a seat belt instead of being in my crate. So I got to watch stuff out the window and you know what? I didn’t throw up even once! Mom says I might turn out to be an awesome traveler!

This is mom’s favorite image from our farm photoshoot. I think I look good too.

After mom got her picture taken near the pretty red barns she took a few pictures of me. She says it’s a challenge, whatever that means.

I know how to pose for mom. But don’t tell her, I like to make her sweat a little.

But I’m getting the hang of it. As long as mom has treats in her pockets and patience in her heart, we get it done together.

Hey mom, are we almost done here? I’m getting tired and hot.

Mom said she was very happy with me even though I didn’t always want to look at her when she was taking pictures. Geeze mom, there was a LOT to look at and I needed to make sure we were safe from anything lurking around the backside of those barns!

Did I hear something over there?

Mom told me some stories about when she was a little girl and spent time at this farm. It sounds like she has a lot of good memories.

Just getting a little nap in on the ride home.

And now she has a new memory at the farm that includes me!


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In search of Lady Slippers

No, it’s not that I lost my slippers. Or that I need to buy some slippers, though some winter mornings I wish I had.

Prairie Smoke blossom at the end of this years bloom.

No, this week I was lucky enough to be invited along on an adventure with a college friend and her mom in search of Showy Lady Slipper plants.

What will we find along the boardwalk?

We drove over to central Michigan, kind of north of Grand Rapids, to Pierce Cedar Creek Nature Center where my friend’s mom had seen the lady slippers in previous years. And sure enough, she was soon grinning from ear to ear.

Isn’t this just stunning? Even the leaf structure is beautiful.

These are taller than the yellow lady slippers I’ve seen in the Upper Peninsula, and such a beautiful shade of pink. Definitely worth the drive.

Such a pretty plant.

In fact the whole boardwalk area was worth the drive, a wetland filled with blue flag iris and wild roses.

Blue iris as far as you could see.

And if you looked close you’d find a bit of red too.

A little columbine hidden back in the brush.

After we were finished photographing the lady slippers and were headed back to the car my friend’s mom saw an oriole dive down into the reeds.

Artsy fartsy lady slipper bud.

Of course we didn’t believe her, told her it was probably the yellow warbler that we’d been hearing.

Do I LOOK like a yellow warbler?!

But darned if she wasn’t right. As we discussed the possibility of an oriole diving it flew up into a dead tree, sopping wet, and proceeded to pose for us as it preened it’s feathers.

What about from this side?

We watched it until it finally flew off. Lesson learned – moms know stuff.

We spent a lot of time admiring the iris.

Then, as we continued back to the car we heard a yellowthroat singing away. Eventually we found it, hopping up and down the branches of a half dead tree.

Mr. Yellow-throat sings a pretty song.

It was hard to get a good look because it never stood still, but we did catch a glimpse of it’s cool black mask.

Joe pye weed getting ready to bloom

Man, seeing those two birds (and a whole lot of robins trying to get some attention too) sure made the day extra special. And to top it off we stopped at a dairy farm ice cream store!

I think her name is Lois.

I got lavender honey. It was amazing.

Yum.

What a wonderful way to end the day, sitting at a picnic table eating ice-cream and watching the clouds (and cars) go by.

Supervising road construction.

Oh…and on the way home there was a barn.

There are a LOT of pretty barns over there, but we had to stop for this one.

Yep. Can’t beat a road trip in Michigan with friends. I recommend it highly.


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Baby’s first walk all the way around Katie’s park

Hey there, it’s me your Adventure-Girl Penny!

So this is the pond Katie always got her picture in front of.

I bet you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to, and since mom is off doing dishes or laundry or some other boring thing I thought I’d tell you about last weekend when I got to visit my sister Katie’s park and I walked all the way around it for the very first time!

Is there something back there?

I’ve been telling Mom I was a big girl and I could walk around that park, but for some reason she’s never taken me. I think she just wasn’t emotionally ready to handle it, you know?

It’s really nice here, mom!

I know this is Katie’s park and it’s not like I’m asking her to rename it or anything. But sometimes mom is a little slow to move forward. So I waited patiently (I’m really good at patient) for her to be ready to share the park with me, her new little girl.

We stopped at the memory tree. Mom didn’t have to explain it to me. I understood.

Well. Let me tell you it was worth the wait! Though I am not thrilled about sitting on some rock in the parking lot. Apparently Katie would pose for her there. I don’t see what the point is, so I declined to pose.

Tell me again why you want me up here, mom?

I am my own girl. Mom said that was OK, I’m allowed to be me, and she loves me just the quirky little girl way I am.

Mom says she always takes at least one artsy-fartsy image. I guess this is it.

Anyway…mom put a long line on me so I could wander further away from her. But she kept calling me when I wasn’t paying attention.

Did you call, mom?

I’d turn right around and run back to find out what she needed. And to get a snack.

This is a pretty fun game, mom!

Mom says I’m very good at something called distracted recall. She says that’s a very very important skill to have. Whatever mom, if you bring the snacks I will do recall all day.

Are you coming, mom? Katie says you lag a lot on walks.

The park was pretty the day we visited, and mom promises to take me back again real soon. I can’t wait. I liked this park a lot because we weren’t in the deep woods and I could see the sky.

Is there something back there?

Mom is figuring out I like to be in open places the better to make sure there aren’t any monsters around.

Sometimes mom focused on stuff that wasn’t me! Incredible. Katie told me to get used to it.

It’s possible to be an Adventure-Girl and also a little nervous all at the same time. Mom says that’s OK too.

I think I’ll get braver and braver the more adventures we go on. Mom’s going to put up another tent in our back yard after it stops raining. She says it has a little window down near the floor and maybe I’ll like it better. I don’t know, mom. Right now I’m thinking daddy has the right idea about camping.

Mom got a lot of pictures like this too. Tee hee.

I guess I’ll have to trust you, mom, and check out the new tent when you put it up. Maybe I’ll turn into a camping dog eventually. Dad reminds mom that I’m still just a baby.

I took a nap when we got home. Mom woke me up when she took this picture. I was not amused.

Mom says she can be patient too.


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Spellbinding

Finally. Since my mid-May camping trip to Sleeping Bear in northern Michigan I’ve been working on my night sky images. I’ve also been backing up my laptop, and experimenting with an external hard drive.

The Platt River, flowing into Lake Michigan, with lots of light pollution from a nearby town.

You know how new things, especially technical new stuff, flummoxes me. So many days went by when I looked at my laptop, sitting over there on the table and didn’t feel smart enough to try.

Looking up the river toward the Milky Way that was just coming up.

But more new photos are filling my camera’s memory card and I have this rule that I can’t download new images until I have finished processing the ones already waiting on the laptop.

Waiting for the Milky Way to rise, I turned the camera to the east at this tree. You’ve seen this image before but I loved it so much I decided to put it in this post too. That’s the northern end of the Milky Way to the right of the tree.

Silly rule. I have so many more pretty things to show you and I’m still wallowing through these stars.

Barr Lake and the Milky Way on my second night of shooting. Do you see the dark horse?

I guess that’s not such a horrible problem to have.

So I’ll show you what the night sky looked at back in May. Recognize that you won’t see the sky like this just by looking up wherever you are, even if you’re in a very dark place.

The tail end of a star-link line of satellites, it was very long, and right behind me as I was shooting the Milky Way over Barr Lake. By the time I got the camera swung around this was all that was left to see.

The camera sees much more light than our eyes do, and then I’ve processed them to bring more light out so that you can appreciate the shapes and patterns that hang out up there.

To the west of me was an outlet for the lake to flow into Lake Michigan, which is just over those dunes.

I’ve tried not to process them too much, but I do have to lighten them some because WordPress and Facebook both post images darker than they appear in my work on the laptop.

I hope you enjoy looking at the night sky. I like having company when I’m out there, and I often think of all of you while I’m shooting, hoping you can feel a little bit like you were there too when you see the images.

This is a stacked, horizontal, image of Barr Lake. That means I took multiple (11) images and stacked them together to weed out image noise.

I can’t wait to get back out there and bring you more.