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A Trip to Maine

This is my response to this week’s Writer’s Workshop prompts

12 things I learned and/or grew to appreciate this month week (because I’ve been in Maine for the week):

  1. I now know the difference between a tadpole, polywog, and froglet. This is a polywog:

          A tadpole doesn’t have any legs and a froglet has all four. This polywog, as you can see(maybe), only has two legs.

          2. Maine blueberries grow low to the ground and are tiny, compared to our New York blueberry bushes. They are harvested with special rakes. They have blueberry bushes in Maine, too, but those teeny berries from the ground plants are PACKED with flavor. Who knew?

          3. There is more than one Fort Knox. My dad was stationed in Fort Knox, KY, and it’s known for all the gold there. But before that Fort Knox, there was a Fort Knox in Maine built in the mid-1800s. It’s a massive granite fortress built on the edge of the Penobscot River.

          Fort Knox outside wall
          Fort Knox — the inside compound

          4. Perspective is always important. When you’re looking from the outside, you can’t see in very well (see top Ft. Knox photo). But when you’re looking from the inside out, the world just seems to open up.

          From inside Ft. Knox.

          5. The Penobscot Narrows Bridge is one of only five bridge observatories in the world. The other four are in China, Thailand, Slovakia, and South Korea.

          Looking up at the Penobscot Observatory from our car.

          6. Perspective is always important. (Yes, I already said that.) Looking down and looking up are totally different views.

          Looking down from the Penobscot Observatory at our car.

          7. Beaches hold amazing surprises.

          We found this crab shell on the beach full of… we didn’t know! It turns out they are Marine Springtails, a relative of the snow fleas I’ve seen at times in New York. They’re an important part of the beach ecosystem, part of nature’s clean-up crew.

          8. Museums are fun.

          We stopped at the Penobscot Maritime Museum, mostly because of this guy beckoning us in. I learned more about sardines than I thought possible.

          9. Sometimes kids don’t appreciate museums.

          “Boring who needs fishermen dont prezerve fishing”

          This was in a box of comments that I looked through. It made me laugh — and feel a little sad for the kid who wrote it.

          10. Museums can be very funny for kids (big and small) who engage with them.

          Captioned: Which animal is not stuffed?

          This photograph was hanging in the ladies room at the Penobscot Maritime Museum. It was taken by a turn of the 20th century photographer, Charles Coombs, who was also an undertaker and taxidermist. The picture made me laugh.

          11. Floating classrooms can be massive.

          The big ship in the back is called The State of Maine and recently came into Castine, home to the Maine Maritime Academy. Its primary purpose is for training Maine Maritime cadets while also being available for federal humanitarian assistance and disaster relief mission. We went to see it but couldn’t get any closer than this.

          12. Sunsets are beautiful everywhere.

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          Juxtaposed

          The Lens-Artist Challenge this week is “to explore juxtaposition as a photographic technique.”

          Years ago, I heard Nat Geo photographer Sam Abell give a talk on his photography. He talked about waiting for days for the light to be in the right place and for everything to come together for an amazing photograph. Even with all his planning and waiting, there was a certain element of luck or serendipity or something that came into play with the best photos. That, and shooting rolls and rolls and rolls of film.

          Anyway, I snap pictures because I want to remember something. That’s pretty much it. I’m not an artist; I’m a memory keeper — although I think the best artists probably are memory keepers. Amazing memory keepers.

          The following are my juxaposition submissions — with a little explanation.

          Two #14s in perfect synchronization (2016?). What also makes it interesting to me is that one player is my son and the other his cousin who was on the other team. I only wish I hadn’t taken the photo in black and white but I was playing with settings.

          That’s my mother in the foreground “resting her eyes” at her granddaughter’s high school graduation (2010). And that’s my youngest daughter looking at the camera and, I’m sure, wondering how much longer her sister’s graduation will go on.

          My sister with her two younger brothers (1964). Juxtaposition of facial expressions?

          Is this a juxaposition photo? I dunno. I thought it was funny — kids waiting to see Santa who’s getting a parking ticket from the military police. (circa 1964)

          I took this photo today at the Munson Art Museum in Utica, NY. It made me laugh. Part of the museum is in an old Victorian house, with rooms staged with antiques, roped off with those red-velveted cords. Anyway, in one room full of glorious ornate pieces of furniture and statues and artwork, there was this yellow vase with a truck on it. Here’s the card that explains it:

          I suppose tire theft isn’t funny, but I laughed. The artist, and the museum in the way it displayed his artwork, were very clever.

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          A Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker was here

          Basswood tree with holes drilled by a yellow-bellied sapsucker

          Detailed? Abstract? Both?

          I was searching for blogging challenges this morning. Having a challenge keeps me posting. The challenge of Detailed or Abstract — or both came from Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (CFFC) which, it appears, has been taken over by Dan Antion. Cee Neuner started the long-running challenge. She encouraged blogger/photographers to take photos or go through photo archives and post photograph(s) based on the prompt. Mostly, she said, to have fun.

          This was a photo I took in the Adirondacks. I was there with a friend who is very knowledgable about nature. If you’ve never walked in the woods with someone who knows them well, make it a bucket list item. My Adirondack-loving friend knows the common names and Latin names of all the trees. He know the birds. He knows the stories and the lore. I love hearing it all.

          The yellow-bellied sapsucker pecks holes in horizontal lines in basswood trees because they like the soft bark. Apparently they also like apple trees, birch trees, maples and more. They drill their rows of holes then leave them for the sap to ooze out. Later, they return to eat both the sap and the insects trapped in it.

          To me, I just liked the look of the tree with its vertical bark lines and the horizontal sapsucker lines.


          In my quest for blogging inspiration, I found a poetry challenge: frozen water that called for using synonyms for the famous “frozen water” in Minneapolis without using the word for immigration enforcement. I’m way over the word count for the challenge, but I’ll put it here FWIW

          Winter walk
          Snow and cold
          Past a tree
          Many holed

          Does sap freeze?
          (Water will)
          Sap won’t run
          In this chill

          What do birds
          Who eat sap
          Dine on now
          Sap’s the trap

          People use
          Something worse
          [sideways move
          in this verse
          ]

          Intimidation
          Immigration
          We are lost
          As a nation

          Take away
          Legal status
          Now they are
          Called non-gratis

          They are NOT
          All worst-of-worst
          [unintentional
          outburst
          ]

          I sigh a sigh
          ‘Cause I don’t know
          How to help
          Or where to go

          At the feeder
          There’s a jay
          BULLY, BULLY
          GO AWAY
          !”

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          TToT — January 4, 2025

          Ten things for which I have been thankful over this past week:

          1. New Year’s Eve games — If you didn’t get to play games with 5 year old New Year’s Eve, you missed out. We played Magnetic, which involved magnets and strategy, Hurry Up Chicken Butt, which is like Hot Potato with a twist, and The Sneaky, Snacky Squirrel, which had game pieces shaped like acorns. Betcha I had more fun than the people who got rained on in Times Square.
          2. Morning Reading — Here’s a quote from Art and Fear, By David Bayles — “…becoming an artist consists of learning to accept yourself, which makes your work personal, and in following your voice, which makes your work distinctive.”
          3. Best comment/conversation on my blog — with Kristin (Finding Eliza) following my Unicorn Challenge story “The Big House” —
            Kristin: Did he get away with it? If so, then what?
            Me: Ah, but that is the fun of a 250 word limit. Your imagination has to take over now.
            Kristin: Grandad and grandson go on to become the robin hood jewel thieves of whatever country they’re in. Stealing from the wealthy and starting a string of food pantries and soup kitchens for the down and out. Eventually they expand and buy big houses to house the homeless. The well known ballad “They did it for us” was based on them.
          4. New word learned: whinge. Whinge definition: British : to complain fretfully : whine (Thank you, CEAyr. I will TRY to stop whinging.)
          5. Sgeoil’s ode to the Sun
          6. Last night’s crescent moon with Venus very visible next to it.
          7. A difficult decision that I made. Once something is decided, it’s so much easier, right?
          8. A long swim on Thursday. Everything feels better after a swim – my hip and my psyche being most affected in a positive way.
          9. Cats — It’s so nice to be greeted when I walk in the door.
          10. Adam — one of my friends from the gym. He sent me this video of comedian that is one of his personal friends. It made me smile.

          #TToT

          family · Uncategorized

          October Gratitude

          On October 29, I am grateful for these — collected over the course of the month.

          1. Harvest time
          2. A few stalks left behind
          3. Airports
          4. A full-circle rainbow seen from above
          5. Tennessee sunrise
          6. A quiet place to stay
          7. That bald-headed guy resting his arm on the chair (below)
          8. The woman in the middle in the greenish shirt (above) (Her eyes always sparkle.)
          9. Dining with friends
          10. A new book
          11. An afternoon walking around a mall with a friend (sorry, no picture)
          12. The Dalek I saw there
          13. A bald eagle sighting
          14. A new job
          15. Chipmunks in the house (only the tail visible here)
          16. Mice trapped in an empty can and released into the wild
          17. Beautiful sunsets
          18. A girl to take the picture for me while I drive (rearview mirror)
          19. Late autumn colors
          20. The way the afternoon sun hits the hills
          21. Concentric spiky circles
          22. Apples
          23. Pears
          24. Hallmark movies
          25. Family humor
          26. A funny sign
          27. A visit from my grandson (the walker isn’t his)
          28. My father and my grandson playing together
          29. A military funeral (no photo, but a memory I’ll hold onto)

          How has your October been?

           

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          A is for Appetite (Or, 5 Things About Zombies)

          Please forgive this post. I blame it on my brother and the fact that I’ve been struggling to write.

          “Why don’t you write ’10 Things About Zombies’?” my brother suggested.

          “I don’t know ten things about zombies,” I said.

          “Make them up,” he said, but I couldn’t think of anything.

          “Zombies are dead,” I told him.

          “You need to come up with something more interesting,” he replied.

          Exactly.

          So I tried.

          I came up with five facts, but the first one is really a correction.

          Zombie Fact #1: Zombies are not dead; they are undead.

          Cee Neuner is starting a weekly photo challenge called “Alphabet with a Twist.”  For the next 26 weeks, she’ll feature a different letter ~~ with a twist ~~ for her Fun Foto Challenge.

          Maybe it’s because I’m a little twisted myself — but, I felt like I could commit to this challenge.

          A (with a twist) is Ap. The photo needs to feature something that begins with the letters “Ap.”

          I’m adding my own second requirement for this challenge. I’m going to use old family pictures.

          Zombie Fact #2: Zombies don’t like to be photographed. Most zombie photos are staged and not real.

          A few years ago, I started scanning my father’s slides to get them into a digital format. All of the photographs in this post were taken by my father before I was even born. Not staged. 100% real. No zombies.

          So…. A is for Appetite.

          Zombie Fact #3: Zombies like watermelon.

          Watermelon is red and juicy. If you look at zombie pictures (which I know are staged) they often have red juicy stuff running down their chin. Watermelon, while not the consistency of brains or flesh, looks appetizing enough to fool your average zombie.

          My mother told me that watermelon was sometimes soothing for a child that was teething. I like to think that’s why she was feeding it to Stewart in this picture, but she may have kept watermelon on hand in case of zombie attack.

          Stewart eating watermelon

          Zombie Fact #4: Zombies are delighted when they see a baby with food on his or her face.

          Zombies really aren’t so different from the rest of us. What parent hasn’t taken a picture of junior with spaghetti on his head or chocolate ice cream smeared all over his face?

          For zombies, though, they find it attractive because they identify with it. Most zombies have lost their swallow reflex. Remember the zombie pictures with red liquid dripping down their chin? Well, they can’t help it. Their swallow reflex died with them and didn’t come back to life. That’s why they talk the way they do. That’s why they eat the way they do. When they see a baby with food all over his face, they think he’s one of them. They feel a kinship.

          Stewart with food on his face

          This can actually be used to a family’s advantage when under attack. Hold the food-covered baby in plain view while the rest of the family slowly backs out of a room invaded by zombies. The zombies will be so enamored that they won’t attack. Once everyone is out the room. Shut the door and run.

          This is a picture of my mother feeding Stewart.

          He doesn’t have anywhere near enough food on his face to distract zombies. It’s okay. He lived his whole life without a single zombie attack.

          My mother and my oldest brother have both passed away but they will never be zombies, because —

          Zombie Fact #5: A person who lives a life of service to others can never become a zombie.

          My mother and my brother both gave freely and generously of themselves. It’s like a zombie vaccine.

          This should serve as a reminder to all.

          We should be kind.

          We should be generous.

          We should put others first.

          — if for no other reason than it will keep us from being zombies.

           

           

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          Free Parking — Then and Now

          When we lived down the road from the Baseball Hall of Fame Induction ceremonies, we offered free parking.

          Free — no strings attached — just free.

          2005 

          We generally had quite a few takers. We were, after all, less than half a mile from the site.

          But we sold that house in 2006 and my brother, 2 miles from the ceremony site, took up the task.

          He offers free parking AND a free shuttle.

          2017

          He even offered free water and hot dogs, although they didn’t make the sign.

          This year, he had only three takers. To be fair, it was a smaller crowd than some of the past years.

          Two guys pulled up and asked what the deal was.

          “You can park here for free,” my son said, “and we give you a ride to and from the ceremony.”

          “What’s the catch?” the man asked.

          “No catch. My family just likes to do nice things,” my son replied.

          They parked.

          My brother drove them in and gave them a paper with his phone number on it so they could call when they were ready to be picked up. They called when it was over, he picked them up, and that was it.

          Really. No strings.

          In the next few years, the crowds may be larger.

          Derek Jeter will probably set some records. Yankees support their own.

          But then, so do the Red Sox, and David Ortiz will probably go in the year after Jeter.

          Free parking may be more appealing when no other parking is available.


          On an unrelated note, on Induction Sunday, I decided to walk home from church — about 2 1/2 miles — to take some pictures of the crowds.

          Of course, I forgot all about the crowds when I walked down the path and instead took pictures of my favorite bridge.

          Some things about Cooperstown (or me) don’t change. I’ve been taking pictures of this bridge for years. It’s always beautiful.

          the bridge on Hall of Fame Induction weekend 2017

          the bridge on Hall of Fame Induction weekend 2005

          the bridge on Hall of Fame Induction weekend 2017

          the bridge on Hall of Fame Induction weekend 2005

          #pastmeetspresent

          elderly · family · photography

          New Use for an iPod

          For a couple of years, my father kept saying, “I need one of those things,” and he would mimic someone holding a device in their hand and tapping on the screen.

          We tried to convince him that an iPad would work well for him — it’s bigger and does a lot of the same things — but no dice. He was sure he needed a smart phone.

          Last summer one of my sons upgraded from a iPod Touch to an iPhone, so we gave his iPod to my father. We could connect it to wi-fi in the house and it would function in basically the same way as a phone. My son set up an iTunes account for him, and I had my sister send him his one and only message.

          At 87, this is one new trick the old dog can’t learn.

          It sits on his tray table. I charge it about once a week for him. The one time I forgot, he told me that we needed to buy new batteries for it. Modern technology is hard for an older person to understand — even the basics of recharging a device.

          But every day, he picks it up and pushes the home button. I put a picture of my mother on his lock screen.

          “Good morning, Elinor,” he says, and then he sets it down.

          I think he finds some security in seeing her face each day.

          He found a use for the iPod I wouldn’t have guessed.

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          Play Your Game

          I’m a fan of the synchronized sports shot.

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          Karl (dark 14) and opposing 14 running for the ball

          This is probably one of my favorite pictures of Karl playing soccer because he and the other player are right at the same place in their stride.

          I loved watching Karl play soccer.

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          Karl and Michael — high school doubles

          Tennis was fun, too.

          Karl and Michael made a good doubles team. In the picture, they’re sort of synchronized — weight on the left foot, backhand ready.

          They did pretty well at tennis — for a couple of soccer players. Against the odds.

          I heard their tennis coach give them the same advice over and over that year. “Just play your game,” he told them.

          “Their game” was a fairly simple one. Return the ball.

          While their opponents were trying to put spin and speed on the ball, not always very successfully, Karl and Michael simply returned the ball. Over. And over. And over.

          Sometimes it aggravated their opponents. You could see them thinking, What the heck?! These yahoos don’t know squat about real tennis.

          But Michael and Karl knew how to return the ball.

          When one of them tried to get fancy, it inevitably failed. Coach would call them over. “Just play your game,” he reminded them.

          It worked until they encountered a team whose skill was so superior that neither of them could return the ball. (See “Laughter“)

          Coach’s advice was such good advice.

          Be you.

          Lean in to your strengths.

          Don’t worry too much about what others are doing.

          Play your game.

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          November

          “Did I do anything for your last birthday?” I asked Laurel this morning.

          I honestly couldn’t remember. Laurel’s birthday and my mother’s deathday were too close together.

          “Uh-huh,” she answered. “You made rice.”

          Not really sure that will win me any parenting awards. Rice. In the microwave.

          But it is one of her favorites.

          November was a blur.

          “Did I buy you any presents?” I asked her.

          “Yes,” she answered. “Pajamas.”

          At least it wasn’t socks and underwear.

          Wait — maybe I got her those, too, and she was too polite to tell me.

          I remember so little of that month.

          Did we celebrate Thanksgiving? Did I make the turkey?

          What did I do for the 30 days that November hath?

          I looked through the pictures on my computer for clues.

          Here is the story they told:

          On the day my mother died, I noticed the sunset. IMG_7769 (1)

          My sister and I helped my father.

          Donabeth, Dad, and me

          On Laurel’s birthday, I went for a walk.

          The stone bridge

          I made the previously mentioned rice — and some chicken to go with it. Broccoli, too, but it didn’t make the photo.

          Birthday dinner

          The kids played cards (probably while I was making rice).IMG_0340

          And all through November, life continued.

          Family gathered.

          Jacob, Henry, Laurel

          We played games.

          Family games

          I sat at the Columbarium.

          The Columbarium

          Laurel swam.

          Swimming

          I noticed a sunrise.

          Sunrise

          And I’m pretty sure we had Thanksgiving.IMG_7874