Roughly every two weeks or so, I try to share a gallery of the last few pictures I’ve taken. They often come from different cameras, different sources and different viewpoints. I’ve been inspired by the many beautiful pictures of flowers shared by so many authors on the many sites I visit. It seems our desire for spring to arrive sprouted in many more pictures being shared. Each of the pictures I’ve seen. Well, they are remarkable. Majestic views of beautiful flowers, spring’s triumphant return. Over the past few days, I have stopped several times to snap a picture of a flower. There are some different flowers, bushes, trees and well in the ground flowers that were shared over the past few days.
There were a couple of pictures of cameras shared as well. I am a huge fan of cameras. I have been for many years. I remember my father carrying around his cameras wherever we went. I got my first camera from my grandfather. A Kodak 135 film camera. I still have that camera; it is one of the things my grandfather gave me that are dear to me. On our way home from Thailand many years ago, my parents gave my sister and I the self-contained Kodak 110 cameras and some film. I have many pictures taken with that camera. I took pictures from New Delhi, Kabul Afghanistan and one of the best photographs I ever took. Standing next to my father in Copenhagen Denmark taking a picture of the Little Mermaid Statue in the harbor. It is not a great picture; it was a great moment capturing a picture.
Finally, there are pictures shared that come from devices that I am not holding when the picture is taken. It offers a view of a place that may or may not be where I am. Remotely operated vehicles is a topic I am both interested in and watching. Those are the pictures from my camera over the past two weeks, or well actually over the past week. There is art in photography and artists with cameras. But if no one ever sees the pictures, then the beauty is lost forever. Share the pictures you take! Join the 365-day photo challenge, or the black and white picture challenge. Or just start a blog and share the picture you take. You never know when someone will see your pictures and realize, they have pictures to share as well!
I spent a little over a year in NYC on a project. During that time we were in two distinct places, Jersey City most of the time, and downtown Manhattan one to two days a week. The pictures today are from the office location in NYC, looking down over the New York Harbor and of course the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. When my father’s family came from Denmark to America, our family name was Andreesen. When my family left Ellis Island and began the trek towards Wisconsin, our family name was Andersen. Funny how spelling makes a difference. Had the Ellis Island person helping my long-ago family enter the US, picked Anderson as our last name, I wouldn’t have spent most of my life correcting the spelling of my last name.
(My wife, spent most of her life correcting the spelling of her last name, then decided to take my last name so that she can spend all of her life correcting the spelling of her last name). I am not condemning nor decrying the changes made at Ellis Island; they were swamped with lots of people trying to get into the US, I am glad they let my family in, and can live with the reality of a name change. It was strange to look down upon the Statue. You don’t realize in the pictures because of the height of the building I was in, and distance from the statue just how big the Statue of Liberty is. The project I was working on started in the fall and went all the way through the next year.
When the kid’s spring break arrived, my wife brought them out to NYC for a week. They spent days sightseeing (yes, my wife voted to go to every art museum in the city. I think they ended up going to 3 art museums total.) We made Newark our base of operations and drove over on a Sunday from Indiana to NYC. I choose Newark as it would be easier for me, and still close to the subway. Newark’s Penn Station is a really easy access Metro and Path station. Jersey City was only a couple of stops away. Now a couple of times I went with the kids and my wife all the way to the Bathtub (where the original World Trade Center used to be). They had a blast exploring NYC while I got to work!
My first trip to London many years ago was only in passing. I was going to the UK, just not going to London. I was going to a city north of London, Derby England to meet with a customer. I did, however, get to wander London on the subway and then take a train through the English Countryside to Derby. The total of all the pictures I took in Darby is shared with this post. It was a business trip, and by the time we met with the customer, which started early in the morning and then went out to dinner it was a dark to dark experience. We would go outside at lunch because we were meeting in the football stadium in Derby, the pitch as they call it in the UK.
That part was cool, meeting in a Luxury box with the customer. I’ve been in some Luxury boxes over the years; some are better than others. There is something about someone bringing you food while you are watching a sporting event that makes it that much more fun. In this case, they were bringing our food but we were talking about technology, we weren’t there to enjoy a sporting event. We did, one of the five days I was there, get to watch them mow the pitch. There was an incredible precision with which they mowed the pitch. It was mowed in an angular pattern as if trying to create a grain in the very grass of the field. When the mower was finished they laid the lines with chalk or paint I couldn’t tell.
We hit some fun restaurants while we were in Darby, but my favorite thing was visiting the pubs. English and Irish pubs are very different than American Bars. There is a more open and friendly environment in the pub setting. Plus I was introduced to Father Mike’s Stout. By Stout, they meant you had to be stout to drink Father Mike’s, it had 14.9% alcohol by volume. Father Mike’s would knock ya down if you weren’t careful. Made you wonder about the good Father. The Pub was around the corner from our hotel, well the first one was, so we walked to the pub that first night. The air was cool and crisp, and overall the experience of wandering the English countryside at night was one I will never forget.
All the pictures shared today courtesy of my daughter and her trip to the museum with her then boyfriend, now finance. It seems strange now, to be planning a wedding. To be thinking about the future as multiple families rather than only one. My wife and I got married 25+ years ago, in the front yard of my parent’s farm in Kirksville Indiana. We had already moved from Bloomington Indiana to Cincinnati Ohio. A year and a few months after we moved to Cincinnati our daughter arrived. She came to the world in the usual way. Arriving at Cincinnati’s University Hospital (if you have ever seen the Soap Opera General Hospital, the building they show at the beginning of the show’s credit, is the hospital she was born in.)
I won’t mislead and present an idyllic image of a perfect family. We are far from perfect. We’ve made many mistakes, all of us. But part of being a family, of growing up together is sticking together. Finding a common path and making sure everyone arrives safely. When we told my daughter about the impending arrival of the twins, she said: “I’m gonna be the best big sister, ever!” I think, in a moment when they weren’t frustrated with their sister if you asked the twins were she, the answer would be yes. I have pictures in the family history project of her holding both of them as babies and feeding them. Not just holding them as a placeholder for an adult, actually feeding both of them at once as a 5-year-old.
They always say that it is easy to raise a daughter until it isn’t easy. The same is true of twins; it is hard to raise twins until it isn’t hard. I can tell you that is true. There is something about children growing up that is joyous and painful. Yes, I grumbled many times about staying up until 3 in the morning Christmas Day, to assemble the many, many 1000 plus piece toys purchased for my daughter and the twins over the years. I miss those days sometimes until I see how they are growing up. That they are becoming people with thoughts, dreams, and setbacks. I wish as I did when they were little that I could fix them all. Put a band-aid on the boo-boos and make them go away. But now, I can no longer do that. I have to let them fall sometimes.
I suspect you hear in my words a father’s joy and lament. They, the children, need us now in different ways. The journey has shifted, and the past is but dust on the mantle.
dad and father
From time to time on my PC, the ”screen saver slide show” actually reminds me of pictures from the past that I had forgotten. I do that on purpose; it gives me something to look at during conference calls. There was a function in the original TG camera (it may still be in the current one we just haven’t used the feature yet) called line art. The kids, who had control of the camera during one vacation used the feature extensively. The resulting pictures were extremely interesting. There are many duplicates (pictures not done with the effect). I took most of the duplicates because I was afraid the line pictures wouldn’t turn out well. I was wrong they ended up being pretty cool.
The images are from the Dells. Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin to be exact. We had gone there for my Uncle’s Birthday. For my father, it was returning to the place he was born. My dad didn’t talk much about his childhood with me. I know there were a few stories that he shared. He talked about the summer he wandered around the state park as Smokey the Bear. Or the fact that he was always in the woods. I remember him talking about the woods and forests around the Dells. Later he would talk about things such as being a speedboat captain on the Wisconsin River. The Wisconsin Dells is famous for the rock formations along the river, and there are tour boats and speedboats that will take you to see the various locations.
One year I was helping dad clean the garage, and we found a grocery store sign talking about in-home deliveries from a grocery store in Wisconsin Dells Wisconsin. My dad told me that was him, the in-home delivery part. I know as a young adult at the time, it was hard for me to imagine my father bagging groceries. By then I associated grocery stores with my grandfather (and my mother talking about working in her father’s store as a cashier after school). But dad also worked in a grocery store. Bagging groceries and then carrying them to the persons house. The Dells isn’t that big, well it wasn’t that big of a city when my father was younger. It had grown by the time of our later visit considerably. It is funny sometimes what we remember…
One of the things I talk about in my book on intergenerational knowledge transfer is the reality of information. Anything not shared, is sadly lost when we lose that person. Years ago we would lose the intricate knowledge of how a specific machine was built. Now, we run the risk of losing so much more. The reality of information is that there are those who built what the internet is and those who use it. If the two groups of people don’t meet and share the what and how of the building, it will be very rough for a couple of years. The other side of course, of sharing, is the images we take. I know there are many people who cull through their pictures only sharing the ones that are “best.”
I promise you, sharing all your pictures even the ones you think are bad is a good thing. My favorite pictures of all time came from the Apollo space mission, in particular, the grainy not so great pictures from Apollo 11. Your cell phone most likely has a better camera than the camera in the Apollo 11 spacecraft. We could argue the cost of that camera (Apollo 11) and the capabilities NASA was creating (along with the Russian Space program) most like drove the cell phone camera of today. But the reality is if they only shared the perfect pictures NASA wouldn’t have shared as many pictures as were shared. Sharing pictures including the bad ones is a good thing. There is no dishonor sharing bad pictures.
It is an honor to get the pictures in front of other people. Sometimes, someone else may see the beauty you missed. But what you did, what you were thinking is also now out. All of us live upon the earth for a short time. We bring our views, our ideas and our dreams to life. We, by we I mean the essence that is you, are what sees the pictures we take. We, again the essence that is you, capture moments, thoughts and dreams differently. In sharing the imperfection of our vision, we open doors for others to see who we are. Finding the pictures we take, as part of a whole, allows us to see that sharing all pictures is important. There are no bad pictures unless we don’t share them. The only bad pictures are the ones we never shared. The same is true of thoughts and dreams. Only the ones never shared, are lost forever.
what once was
Lunch on the boat, relaxing and frankly at the end of the week something to look forward to, and enjoy. Just a few pictures today, we were running out of time, so we wandered to the boat and had a short lunch. We had, as I mentioned in my picture post, to lug our life raft back to the boat. Emergency equipment is a critical component of any endeavor. Knowing that you can safely extricate yourself from bad situations is important. So is the reality of tempering the enthusiasm just because you have safety gear. Having the gear that makes you safer doesn’t mean it is ok to cut corners and break the rules. It means that if you get into a bad situation, you can get out safely.
The gentle rocking of the boat makes relaxing easier. Plus we have a couple of projects to do yesterday. We were taking down the canvas top, and opening the boat up. We (my wife and I) prefer the boat open, under the hard top of the boat. That way we can more easily see where we are going and the air blows over us. Even in the height of summer, air coming off the Bay is cooler than air on land. By a good 4-5 degrees at least With the camper top down we also can move a little faster than we can with the top up. There is something to be said for the drag of air when it comes to trying to reach your top speed. Resistance to the air is called drag, and man is it a drag!
Our new boat tradition this year is not to go to the many restaurants on the way down to the marina (and by many, there are many we love) but instead to have either stuff we brought from home or wraps from Giant. There is a giant right on the road we turn on to head to the Marina. We can stop there, get in and out in less than 15 minutes and they have really good wraps. We are both cutting down on gluten and bread right now. Our second project was repair the damage on the edge of the fiberglass of the swim platform. I still have a little fiberglass on the back of one hand. We retied the boat a little further away from the dock so at high tide it wouldn’t hit the edge of the dock. Then we relaxed and enjoyed our lunch!
Lunch fan, family historian