Speeed

At Chicago's latitude the Earth's surface is rotating at 770 mph which equates an approximate speed of 13 miles per minute. Sunset or sunrise differs by one minutes for every 13 miles east or west.

Blub blub blub...

other days all ya get is a patch of mud.

This is all I salvaged from the "lily pad pond" shoot down the block. I was too concerned about falling into the water - chicken!!!! The brush was just too overgrown to get in where I wanted to be. Ugh!

Successful Some Times

Here's one shoot I'm somewhat happy with - probably because my favorite color is green. I worked on changing my perspective here. I crept around the old house site behind the orchard for a few hours. So much to see!











And this fat guy was amazing. I did the best I could in low light, wind, and without a tripod.


(lens change...)

True Hair

Just some abstract macros of my hair. I wrapped my hair around the lens (50mm f2.5 + life size converter) and shot into the sun.







Hair is a filamentous outgrowth of protein, found only on mammals. It projects from the epidermis, though it grows from hair follicles deep in the dermis. Although many other organisms, especially insects, show filamentous outgrowths, these are not considered "hair". (Wikipedia)

These are the things you see...

when minutia is your middle name.

Love Bugs (I do!)

I've been jittery. Job hunting isn't fun when you're a perfectionist-in-denial. I always wonder what I could have done differently. I've been spoiled. Every job I've applied for... I've gotten, except for teaching jobs. I got that first job over more popular kids - the coveted library page position. I knew the Dewey Decimal system cold by the time I was 10 so it seemed natural. I was always discouraged from being a librarian, so I never pursued the MLS ("You think she's a hermit now? What's gonna happen to her if she becomes a librarian? She might as well be a nun!"). Then I got the rockin' record store job (not a great idea finance-wise, but it sure was fun). Teaching jobs are hard to come by - I applied for at least 65.



And yesterday, as a graduation gift, I got a neat macro converter. The main part is really a portrait lens that also works excellent in low light. So now I have this awesome 3-in-1 combo lens. It just ROCKS. Here's a stab at taking a few macros of a lucky dead cicada I found this morning on campus. As you can see, the focusing is tricky and I'll need a lot of practice.


Smile!


Smooch!

Monarch

Found this in the grass at the gym and brought it home for Laris.

Note to self: Do not get down on wet grass/mud puddle for insect photo shoots in Ann Taylor shorts. They just don't make 'em for that.

The Garbage Can Queen and Sap on a Log

Here's a little friend who was camped out on my garbage can.


And here's the sap on the dead tree. It proves to me that I really do need to wait for the light if I'm to find any interesting subjects in my stark backyard. I stood motionless as the sun set and took 27 exposures. It makes me smile. Not bad for not having a true macro lens. I considered cropping more, but I really don't care about any pro rules.


Ah, it's 1pm and the daily lawnmower brigade has begun its round. Don't these people have jobs?! ;-)

The First Day of School...

Who doesn't feel a little weepy on their only child's first day of school?

Me: Are you ready for the big day?
Her: Of course, silly!


Me: Are you sure you want to do this?
Her: OK already, let's go!


And waited for the bus...




She smiled and waved from her seat the whole way around the corner. Can I breathe now? We raced inside to the back window to make sure they made it to the next stop.


At the end of the day it was business as usual, looking for bugs in the backyard and overwatering the plants.


I survived.

Conversations With Youth: Age 5.25

Me: Look - outside there's a big black cat with gold eyes on our porch.
Her: Be careful! Get away from there. What if it's that panther!!!

Me: So, what do you think God looks like anyway?
Her: He's big and wears gray shorts with holes in them. He's kinda bald on top with hair on the sides. And has tattoos all over his face. He also smokes a pipe and has a hatchet.
(Apparently she's getting God mixed up with Quequeg from Moby Dick.)


Me: Look - the driveway workers are here. Wait a second... they're eating lunch and lying around on our lawn. What are they doing?!
Her: Maybe they just came by for lunch. That's a nice shady spot they have.

Tip Jar

Here's one: Don't take wooden nickels from strangers.

Booby traps and other devices

Lately my little girl has been asking a lot about trapping things. No idea why but I hope she's not going to try anything with me! This is her spider trap... the idea being that the spider will see how enticing the little white ball is to the Hungry Hungry Hippos, go for it himself, and get trapped under the patio table. The kleenex is there for easy spider smashing/pickup.



More questions she had were:
1. How do we trap a Timber Wolf?
2. If I trapped a cobra last night in my room what could we do with it today?
3. How could I build a sand trap for those boys at the spray park who keep taking my shovel without asking me - how do I make quicksand? (Apparently it still holds true that the quiet ones will get ya. Kindergarten here we come.)

Rainbows reappear

Last night the neighbors had the same idea - take the garbage out and drag the kids out of bed to see a rainbow. Natural wonders. They amaze me every time. The clouds were too low last night but here's an old unobstructed picture from our backyard last March 2 years ago. They always appear in the same spot.



I think this is a case for that wide angle I've been dreaming of, don't you, low key daddy-o? Well, maybe if I save pennies I find in the parking lot or... get a job. Hmmm.

Camera Obscura

Here's another recurring theme in my life: give me something simple and I will screw it up - give me something arcane and I can do it. I can take a good photo using full manual features of my DSLR, but give me a point and shoot camera and I'm stuck. It's the easy instructions in life that trip me up (just press the button) - yet I just can't help the impending flurry of questions (how hard to press it? when to press it? what's the delay between the button press and actual shutter closing? isn't there a better way to do this?). Sometimes I just need to have a beer and press the button, nothing more. Happy Independence Day!

Your 5-minutes are up

The workshop I went to last week was so inspiring that I even have more career options to check out. The workshop was held at the Shedd and was also part of their partnership with the Great Lakes Alliance, a group working toward conserving the great lakes. I learned so much about invasive species I am bursting with knowledge. It was awesome to learn about the museum itself and see the water labs and hospital area. The vet tech also told us some neat stories about working on unusual animals like electric eels. I was surprised to hear that most people on staff only have bio degrees. The best freebie ever? A 5-minute shower timer with the Shedd logo on it! Ben was not excited. Ha!

Turns out the Shedd's gift shop is independent from it. This doesn't surprise me considering the utter crap they sell. Stuffed animals and posters you can get anywhere. Why not sell a cool water testing kit kids can take to the beach? Or a neat poster that tells you where your drinking water comes from? Or a cool scary poster of invasives? Maybe in the future, I was told.

Some neat facts:

1. It's better to wash your car at the carwash than at home. I thought home was better since you can control how much water and the type of soap you use. As long as they recycle water and use the right soaps, the carwash is better.

2. It's better to sweep your walk than hose it. Sewers weren't meant to handle the runoff from lawns (i.e. fertilizers).

3. Lake Superior will be bone dry in 10,000 years if we keep this up.

4. The Great Lakes used to be tropical. And water is currently being bottled and shipped out west.

5. 1 drop of contaminant in our Great Lakes takes 190 years to dissipate.

6. If sewage gives you the heebie jeebies, you don't want to swim in the lakes. It's always present, just not in dangerous amounts some days.

My love is true

Look out, I found my new love at the Shedd yesterday. The warty frogfish. I don't even know if it's male or female. It's so disgusting I can't look away... I just couldn't stay away from it. I will call it "he", Warty Wesley. There were 3 of these in the Reef exhibit. Very active the first two times I went through, if you can call slowly moving a coupla inches active. The next three times I visited he lay still, his useless floppy lips engaged in a dumb expression gaping at the surface light. Fin/arm things grasping the rocks and me wishing he would just take me into those floppy fishy arms... HA!

Moldy Oldies

I love going on vacation. And I love old things. We stayed at a great place right on Lake of the Ozarks in Osage Beach. Ben had such great memories of going there with his grandparents as a kid and I can see why. But there's some mystery to the older areas, like the Bagnell Dam Strip. It was like walking onto an old movie set... arcade games, bumper cars, wax museum, mini golf, and old time tourist boats... operable, but not updated, just collecting dust.
















There isn't even any advertising for it. Awesome, and I mean awesome old neon signs were everywhere! Some of the coolest things we did: a cave tour lit by lanterns we held, Tom Sawyer paddle boat ride, and some amazing hikes in Ha Ha Tonka state park.

We also found the Swinging Bridges. The first one is a little rusted out corregated metal thing suspended by cables. The second one is much larger and rickety. Some of the planks had big gaps between them!



The Strip is bizarre because there are so many abandoned businesses sitting there rotting, with no graffiti present, and no real safety measures in place. An abandoned carousel sits at the edge of the sidewalk. Giant catfish await us under an old dock's refreshment stand. We asked a few shop owners and waitresses what was happening but we didn't get anywhere with them. The next day, though, the dock was boarded up and my photo opps were gone.

The Indian Burial Cave he remembered is boarded up. It used to be privately owned. Who wouldn't want to own a cave???!!!

Too much early morning time...

My mother always tells me that she can't believe my eyelashes didn't got darker as I got older.

One bad thing about having ghostly eyelashes is that it takes 3 coats of mascara to see any difference. And even then they just become blobby spears.

One great thing is that when they get wet I have my own personal kaleidescope to look through. When light refracts on them I get to look through a bunch of little rainbows shaped like bubbles. Weird!

More experimental sports...

Tot gymnastics was not so bad. Enrolling my child in this is part of my attempt to suck it up and expose her to as many experiences as possible. If I don't let her pursue these things, what good am I as a mom? Gymnastics is a big step... soccer, going to the public pool, and sitting in a the sun long enough to make a redhead squirm - the things I do for this cuddly lump of love!

Apparently gymnastics originated with the Greeks, though I always associated it as part of the Hitler Youth indoctrination training, from those old war films in high school history class. A few moms were as creepy as expected. I did meet one nice one.

Day 11/30

Yesterday I got to see a good friend of mine from high school. I don't have many friends from high school - I was kind of a recluse even then (go figure) and I suppose a little off-putting with the black nail polish and whatnot. We took her friend's kid and my own to Pirate's Cove and then went back to her parents' place for lunch. It was fabulous to see her. We fell out of touch for nearly 8 years while we explored different paths, but somehow things are the same... in a really good, refreshing way that makes me thankful for the growing experiences I've had.

I was even lucky enough to see her fabulously cynical, bratty younger sister and also her mom and dad. It's so interesting how stories arise around a good meal. We all sat around the table chatting, just as we did as teenagers, and I couldn't help noticing that though it's been nearly 20 years since high school, we all looked about the same and carried similar attitudes into our semi-adulthood. We are all activists in our own ways. We still have similar concerns about the world and state of the nation. I am so fortunate to have these lifelong friends.

And now it's time for the 168-hour break we Americans are allotted... vacation!