I haven’t done this in a while, wandering the old pictures I took a while ago. I take about 10% of my pictures with my phone. It is more pictures that are a spur of the moment. If I am certain that there will be a picture opportunity, I take my camera. But there are times when I realize that something is interesting and I capture the picture with my phone. Over the past few years, the amount of cellular pictures has increased. I average 12,000 pictures a year, and per my iTunes picture back up, I have around 8,000 iPhone pictures. Those are roughly from the past seven years. Most of my early camera work with a phone was a quick snapshot of a whiteboard, to capture an idea.
A few of the pictures are strange; The first one is of a goodwill box. We have a goodwill box that we keep in the front room as things are ready to be moved to Goodwill. The rest of the pictures are moments. One was my thumb that I included several different pictures of during the 365-day challenge. One of the thumbs was a phrase the Pittsburgh Steelers used in 1970;s when asked about winning a fifth Super Bowl. But I did the thumb because I can’t help being silly sometimes. There is a picture of the Foodi Ninja throw into the picture collection as well. I suspect having shared some of these before that they just caught my eye this morning. Sometimes, I am looking for inspiration.
Sometimes, I already have the wander in my head. It is after a wander project. Sometimes the pictures are places we have been. Sometimes the pictures are things that were. But the words always wander away from the pictures. So I guess it is the wander with the words and wander with the pictures wander project. I do often take pictures as we of flowers I see. I spend a lot of time outdoors. Some of my neighbors spend hours a week no the way their houses look. I follow the Sheldon Cooper philosophy in the summer. Humans have spent thousands of years perfecting inside; why would I go outside when it is nasty. I still go, the labs want to walk — Anyway, end of my wander today
The first and last pictures are interesting. The first picture is an awkward pose by my grandfather. I don’t know if my father, mother, or yet another person took the picture. My grandfather doesn’t look comfortable. The last picture in this series is my middle sister and my grandmother sitting on rocks. It’s funny when I look back at my childhood I do have recollections of visiting my grandparents (father’s parents) but more of Racine. Even more after the passing of my grandfather. The house my grandparents had in Wisconsin Dells is a distant memory. I was there, many times, there are lots of pictures of me near or in that house. I remember the front porch.
I remember my grandfather’s basement and the chocolate covered cherries he had in his work shed. We, my father, the young many living with us and I, built a barn on the farm that was named for my Grandfather. We painted his nickname on that barb we built. The Barn was later converted into a dog house and storage area. For a while, it was the tractor barn. There wasn’t anything on the farm, but a tractor, a barn and a gate for a couple of years. Mom and dad bought the land for the farm when I was a sophomore in Highschool. They didn’t move to the farm until after I was out of high school. But the initial farm was only the barn we built. It was never a great barn.
The Apple Orchard came next. We planted the orchard on the front side of the property. The house was going to be in the middle of the original plot. The driveway was gravel. The second building built on the farm (as I remember things) was the initial garage. It, the garage was interesting. I don’t think e ever actually had room o put a car in the garage on the farm. We may have, but I don’t remember doing so. The garage was full of all sorts of things. Dad always had a gasoline tank installed on the side of the barn. That way you didn’t have to run to the store every time you had to fill the mower or tractor with gas. But those things were later. First, it was the Barn named for my Grandfather!
There is a path my grandfather and father used to take all the time; I remember being on it, many years ago. I couldn’t tell you much about that path, other than it was in the Dells. It was nowhere near the boardwalk of the Dells. When I was little, the Boardwalk was tiny — comprised of the main street of Wisconsin Dells The Fudge shop (that I will never forget) on one end. The source shops on both sides. Fake items that appeared to come from the Chippewa Indian reservation but when turned over clearly said made in Japan. Later I suspect that would become made in China. But when I was little wandering the shops, it was Japan that mass-produced fake items that delighted a small child.
The glass blowing shop was also there. The glass blowing shop was owned by my father’s cousins. My grandfather, when they were in the Dells, originally owned the shoe repair store. They, my grandfather, grandmother, three aunts, and father lived over the shop. I have talked to one of my dad’s cousin that was around at that time, she spoke of the shop, but there are no pictures. It is as if a line was drawn in 1956 before that didn’t exist because there are no pictures. My father was closest to his oldest sister and his youngest sister. His oldest sister died when I was 6 or so years old. She had become a professor of Archaeology at the University of Michigan. I remember visiting her when she was sick
I remember that visit in Ann Arbor Michigan. Sitting on a couch with a Cleopatra extension, talking. My cousins were older than I was. The oldest was into comic books and acting. The younger of the two of more athletic. He would later return to the Dells and become a glass blower and own the glass blowing shop in the Dells. The other was the fourth tragedy that I know of, and the third tragedy I remember. My Uncle, married to my fathers oldest sister had killed himself in California. That before I was born. Or if I was alive I didn’t remember much I was an infant. The second was the death 5 to maybe 7 years later of lung cancer. The third was the death of my grandfather. The fourth tragedy was the death of my fathers oldest sisters son. He led a tortured life after her death.
Wandering on the boat requires a visit with Captain Lars. He, the good captain, lives on the boat during boating season. Originally Lars, along with two of his cousins, joined our family in Geisinger Norway. He and his cousins rode in my suitcase back to Maryland. As we wandered in from the Bay, we quietly moved past the camp that is across the river. The music and kids running around reminded me of camping as a kid. Camping was always an experience. As a Junior in High School, the young man that lived with us (his parents wanted him to get a college degree in the US) and I went off on a canoeing adventure. We put the canoe in at Allen’s Creek.
We set up the tent and enjoyed a weekend away from the world! I remember the battery operated radio and canoeing from the launch pad to the place we picked. Allen’s creek was houseboat alley when I was younger. More houseboats tied to each other to create a huge party platform. We camped all around Allen’s Creek over the years. Beyond Allen’s creek, there were several state parks. Brown County State Park, was a favorite camping place when I was a little older. We also camped in Springmill, McCormick’s Creek State Park, and many others. Camping and canoeing around the lake were always fun. There were several great locations around Lake Monroe.
There were other locations as well including Crooked Creek, Payne town on Lake Monroe. Each had its unique flavor of camping — crooked Creek was wilder than the others. You had to be careful where you set your tent up, or you would have visitors (cold-blooded) at night. One time while camping at Crooked Creek, we watched a Natrix (water snake) drag a catfish out of the water and tried to swallow it. Payne town was more of a pleasure craft, small boat location. Fairfax was the beach and also where the big marina on the lake was. Four Winds was the big marina on Lake Monroe. The bigger boats and houseboats all tended to dock at the Four Winds Marina.
Ah, memories we drift away with you always!
There is separation as you pull away from shore. Not, as it was hundreds of years ago, when someone left for the sea, (mostly a male in the deep sexist past of our world) their spouse standing on the widows walk. The windows walk was added to a captains house, on the roof, overlooking the harbor so that the wife could stand and watch for her husband’s ship. Before the days of sailing ships, you would never know if you would see your family again. The days of sailing ships reduced the time to traverse the oceans, but it was still measured in months. Now it is measured in days, but the separation is still there when you pull away for the first, 100th of 1000th time from the dock.
Each separation is a separation — a changing of aspect and orientation. The move is from solid ground to liquid. The same is true as you step onto an airplane. At first, door open sitting in your seat, you wait. Then the cabin door shuts, and the world changes as you lift off the ground to become one with the very air. That is the separation. The moment when everything changes and you are suddenly no longer connected the way you were before. That change of connection is something each of us either relishes or fears. The first time you fly is always different than the second time. You release the fear, or the fear becomes worse the second time.
But things change, as each passing separation removes something. Either the greater feeling of security you start with, eroding as you separate time and time again. Or a greater sense of freedom. I am free of the bounds that have limited me. Imagine for a moment that we contemplate the essence of both that wonder and fear. Why does water invoke fear and love? Some fear the actual water. The essence of the water covering them. Others dive in to splash and celebrate the magic of the water. It, the water, is little more than two hydrogens and One Oxygen molecule that hitched a ride together. Water is a chemical. It can be destroyed with heat. It becomes solid when cold enough. But it is just a chemical reaction result.
Sometimes understanding fear is the hardest thing humans do…
A wander on the water, but pictures instead today of an Osprey. Yes, we still wandered out, looking at the Island that lies in the Delta of the Rhode River — looking at the camp across the river from us. But also, wandering by the Osprey. There on the next, mama getting ready to bring new Osprey into the world. Next week I am going to put the ROV into the water. I’ve held off doing that for the year so far, waiting for the update to the ROV software. OpenROV is the company that makes our ROV. They just updated the video capture to 1080p. It is a better quality of video than we can do now and should be a lot of fun to film underwater. I was trying to get the update done earlier but failed.
Yesterday started a gray day. We had sprinkles and cool. It sadly got hotter later in the day. Here is a link to my Yesterday’s Weather feed. Weather fascinates me; I love cloud watching. I don’t like watching storm clouds roll in. But I love seeing the clouds sprinkled throughout the sky. You can see so many cool shapes and figures. If you look at the Saturday sky, shared in the pictures, you will see no dark storm clouds, the sky, the horizon, for the most part, the beautiful blue of a hot summer day. I won’t wax poetic about what being on the water means to me. Instead, today, Let’s talk about the horizon. Far off in the distance the point at which the water meets the sky.
I seek the quiet of the horizon.
That quiet that flows past you and engulfs you as you stare at the fluffy clouds.
I love watching those clouds slide across the sky. Each cloud separate until they start to join together, to band together. Then their outlook becomes darker. They stand together and bring storms and rain. The floating weather cells we hear about often. High-Pressure of Low-Pressure systems are moving clouds around the sky like chess pieces on a board we never see.
I love watching where the clouds will take me.
Yesterday the aperture turned towards water, sky and wandering. It was a day spent on the water, always fun! We looked for Osprey, but there weren’t any to begin the ride. There were later, and I will share those pictures over the next couple of days. The interesting thing from yesterday was the camp (literally across the water from our slip) is open. I suspect it has been open for a couple of weeks, but this time I noticed the music and kids running around.
Happy Father’s day if today is the day you celebrate.
You are belated or early if you celebrate on another day.
Father’s day is tough because the last present I ever bought my dad, sits in the house. I don’t have the heart to throw it away. So it sits in the house. My father passed away ten days or so before father’s day five years ago. It makes today a really hard day. It also makes me feel bad for all you have lost their parents. I wish a painful memory free day for all of you (that have lost parents).
I remember the first lesson I got many years ago, about what to do if you fall into the water. That you should shed your shoes first, if you are on or near a boat, that has capsized, see if the boat is stable. If the boat is stable use it for flotation. Life is a lot like that lesson. We have to shed those things that weigh us down. The things that take from us, we need to push away. In pushing away, we free ourselves from the negativity around us. I do miss my dad. He was a grand man. He brought so much to this world and me. I cannot express all the things he did for all the people he helped. I can only share the conversation I had with a former student of his on Facebook.
“Your father changed my life.” His former student said.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“I grow tomatoes in my classroom now because of him.” The student replied.
I said thank you, but I am still touched by the impact dad had on his students.
Happy Father’s day, dad.