Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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When stuff doesn’t go right

I’m in another one of my funky, can’t figure out how to do stuff, phases. You know how it is (or maybe you don’t), you’re bee-bopping along doing stuff you’ve always done and suddenly something doesn’t click.

Sometimes literally.

Shooting through a window, with the glare of other windows reflected and struggling to focus.

Earlier this month I questioned whether I should print my blog, as a way to preserve it. Several of you had ideas, and others of you had wondered about their own blogs, so were following along.

Last week I wandered around the PixxiBook site, (thanks Linda!) a company that prints blogs into hard covered books with a really easy interface. They have options of choosing which posts you want to print, or you can choose a specific time period.

My issue is, and always will be, the size of my blog. I’ve been writing here since 2006, with over 3,300 posts. Still I was curious.

So, after a few days of thought, I put my URL into their ‘go ahead and try it’ box and it started to go to work. Pretty soon I could preview the results, and I enjoyed very much reading the first couple years of posts in the format the printed version would appear.

Back then I had no images, and the posts were shorter than my ramblings of today. It was fun to reread all about being in grad school as an older student.

Meanwhile the PixxiBook machine was still churning. When I finally backed out of the site several minutes later it had made it through 30% of my blog, indicated there would be 40+ books and the cost was edging up over $4,000.

I smiled, because obviously there’s no way I can ever afford to put my entire blog into hard covered books. It would be bigger than an encyclopedia set! But I will print a few years worth, perhaps those early days in school. And there is potential to just pull the Katie posts out and put them in one book, though I think that will take some work on my part.

Then, later in the week, I was working on a Christmas present, putting photos from a summer adventure into a photo book for someone and I was struggling!

Now, I’ve one projects like this a hundred times, but this time things felt different. I couldn’t find the book template I wanted to use, I couldn’t find the save button, though I remembered that while making my Penny 2025 calendar the system had saved on it’s own, so maybe that was it, I couldn’t get the photos imported…nothing was working the way I remembered it should work.

I spent a couple hours and got only a quarter of the book built when I had to stop for the day.

And, you guessed it, when I went back the next day nothing I had done had been saved. And I struggled all over again finding the pieces I needed to build the book. In the end I did the best I could and the book is designed and ordered and hopefully soon on it’s way to it’s forever home. But geeze.

AND during all this my Lightroom photo editing system decided I’d run out of storage. I have both Lightroom and Lightroom Classic, which I pay a subscription for.

I’d always meant to use Lightroom Classic, because I don’t really want my photos to be stored by someone else in a cloud. But I accidently started with the cloud version, and I never wanted to stop and learn Lightroom Classic.

Franky, when I took the time to go explore Classic it seemed less intuitive and I couldn’t even figure out how to import a photo to it, so I stuck with the Cloud. But now my cloud is full and I really don’t want to pay more, especially with Classic sitting right there on my laptop. So I forced myself to figure it out.

And I’m slowly, very, very slowly, moving that way. I have edited the photos you see on this post using Classic. I’m not entirely happy.

And, speaking of not being happy, I have a new camera and I don’t have it all set up the way I want it yet. Because of course the new camera isn’t exactly like the old camera, otherwise, what would make it new.

Right?

So as I’m trying to take photos of this hawk that was hanging out on my deck and around my birdfeeders, terrorizing my little birds, I couldn’t get it to focus. That’s always been my problem with the Nikon Z series.

There’s a back of the camera focus button which I like to use v.s. using the shutter focus. I thought I had programed the camera to use the back button option, but while taking these photos, I’d focus using the back button, and when I actually pressed the shutter to get the shot it would REFOCUS and because there were so many branches it would focus on those instead of the bird.

Big sigh.

Lucky for me the hawk was concentrating on the little birds trapped in a briar bush below the deck and not me. He (or she) stood still for long periods of time. I finally just put the camera into manual focus and tried that way.

I still have to fix the focus problem, but that means figuring out more stuff. And I’m so tired of trying to figure stuff out these days. I might just go take a nap instead.

Here’s hoping you are having a much more productive and less frustrating month than I am!

No little birds were injured during the writing of this post.


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Name this bird

Sitting at the dinner table last night I was watching the birds come for their own suppers. I had spread some black oilers on the deck railing and refreshed their bath water in anticipation of watching them while we ate.

Hmmm….who’s this little lady?

The fresh water was a big draw as any number of birds showed up for a quick bath. Then this bird arrived. She didn’t look like any of my regulars.

Well, she likes oilers, that’s a clue.

Bigger than a gold finch, about the size of a warbler, but not a yellow warbler.

She kept an eye on me but didn’t budge.

Greenish gold with darker wings and a little tuft on white near her shoulder.

After she ate she hopped on over to the bathing area.

Luckily my camera was right behind me on the kitchen counter, and the bird wasn’t upset by my reaching for it.

One by one she told the bathing birds to get lost.

All these shots are through a window, with reflections splashed across the image.

Then she hopped in for her own bath.

I think, based on my Michigan bird book, it’s a female Evening Grosbeak.

She had a nice, long bath.

We’re not supposed to have them around here, though they were here a couple of winters ago. Mostly they live way up north. So it could be something else.

And then she was gone.

What do you think?


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Youngster has a lot to learn

Oh…you thought this would be about Penny? Well…it is true she has a lot to learn. But so does her mom.

The view from my chair. Is that a very large hummingbird?

But no, this isn’t about her. This time anyway.

“Maybe there’s something good under here.”

No it’s about birds, which I guess is my second most frequent type of post.

“I can’t fit my beak in that hole!”

But the young birds are visiting now and some of them missed the memo about which feeder is meant for them.

“Maybe up here.”

On the other hand, it’s possible this young male was just making a point that we shouldn’t be segregationists, even with our bird feeders.

“I think there was a tasty ant right here yesterday.”

Regardless of what he was thinking, or not thinking more likely, I hope he got something sweet to eat!

“Hey lady. I’d like to return this to the chef and order a little suet, please?”


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Abundance

It’s that time of year again, when everything seems to be blooming all at once.

Though May is my favorite month, full of promise and hope of a bountiful summer, July runs a close second just because it’s the middle of summer.

I took a wander around the yard today and realized just how much stuff in my gardens was blooming.

On a warm sunny day with big white puffy clouds everything looks perfect.

And I realize I love being retired so that I can take a leisurely walk around the yard and discover blooms hiding among the foliage.

Stuff, that in the old days of working long hours far from home, I would have missed, only noticing spent blossoms way too late.

So today I savor my freedom and the beauty of a warm summer day. And I’m sharing it all with you.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the mini tour of my gardens. Have a wonderful day in your part of the world!


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Father/daughter lunch

Walking through the living room this week I noticed two hairy woodpeckers on the feeder. That’s unusual. We don’t get hairy woodpecers often, and when we do it’s always a single bird chowing down.

Adult male hairy woodpeckers (similar but bigger than downy woodpeckers) have a red spot on the back of their heads.

I stopped to watch, from across the room so as not to startle the. Sure enough, one of them was a youngster, eating away happily while dad was on the other side of the feeder…

The young one enjoys a succulant oiler as dad eats on the other side of the feeder.

…but happily accepting a special morsal from dad when he offeres it.

This time of year seeing parents cater to their teenage, soon to be adult, children is pretty common. They don’t seem to notice that their kids are eating just fine and on their own when they’re not being waited on.

Can you see the love in dad’s eyes as he feeds his youngster?

I’m glad I happened to wander past their special time together when I did.

That was a good seed, wasn’t it!

Note: I’m not sure if the kid is a boy or a girl. There’s no red spot on the back of it’s head which leads me to think it’s a girl…but there IS a spot just above the beak and I don’t know what that means. If you know, please comment below!