walking a mile in someone else's shoes
Sunrise - Top of the World Park
Variations on a Theme
Who’s been walking on my roof and messed it all up?Threewaywardgeese!
pins & needles
There is nothing I can do
,snow & cold are here
.Maybe mother nature’sblanket of snowwill protect it from the cold
.Still I wrap my apple treein warm thoughts tonight
,hoping for the best
I had a feeling
I was walking along side
the Blue Gum Eucalyptus
Saturday (oops) Cat - never too old to climb the tree!
Off Road Adventures
My recent trip to Albuquerque was just a quick flash in time. We headed south from Denver at about 5 p.m. on Friday evening and drove back home on Sunday afternoon. You wouldn’t expect to accomplish much in this little time but we packed it in!After a very enjoyable visit with the relatives, the drive back loomed before us. We had planned to stop at Las Vegas, New Mexico and photograph some of the historic buildings. Even though the temptation was great to put on blinders and ‘head for the barn’, we actually relaxed and allowed some adventures to unfold.Somewhere north of Santa Fe, my son saw some sight along the side of the road in the distance that caught his attention. He wanted to stop and take a look. But traveling at 80 mph., we missed the exit due to a moment’s indecision. However, his extreme curiosity and a stroke of luck graced us with another exit within about 5 miles, so we turned back in the other direction and found the original spot that aroused his curiosity. We parked the car by an old one-story stone building and walked down to a creek that flowed under the interstate. So we transitioned from driving 80 mph in a modern automobile to walking the fringes of ‘out in the middle of nowhere’ New Mexico. We had no idea where we were but we were drawn to it. It was rather eerie standing on the creek with the Interstate 25 bridges looming overhead; water dripping off of them and the loud echoing rumble of high-speed traffic. It was like stepping out of our world into another. The first sight was of a large cottonwood with decaying cars at the base buried in the bank of the creek for stabilization. Maybe you weren’t aware of this use for old cars but rather thought of it as littering on a big scale. In the other direction, my son saw the remnants of an old bridge. As he headed off that way to take photos, I took more photos of the cars and studied the colony of cliff swallow nests built under the bridge overhang. There was a small human community located in the surrounding area and I wondered if curious visitors such as us bothered the people there. We never actually saw any people the entire time we were taking photos. After about an hour, we were ready to step back into our world.Las Vegas, New Mexico is a treasure of historic buildings. Sunday afternoon is actually a good time to visit in some ways. All of the tourist shops, many housed in these historic buildings are closed up tight on Sundays. On the old main street, NOTHING was open. There was little traffic and few people about. It was perfect for us; we could even stand in the street to take photos if it made our pictures better. I love looking at old buildings, especially at the little architectural details that are almost completely missing from new buildings. There was one building that was in a rather advanced state of decay. I love the look of peeling paint and the way the building wears its age.Back on the road, we happened to come alongside an interesting passenger train just as the highway and railroad tracks aligned closely. While I drove my son took photos from the car window of the train and especially the caboose. We sped up or slowed down so that we could stay right along side the train as he took photos. The caboose was all fixed up and we could even see flowers on the table inside. I had thoughts of the Orient Express even though I think this caboose was an ad for some brand of tequila!Finally, we headed home and arrived at a decent hour. Normally the drive along I-25 is mind-numbingly boring. But our little side-adventures will keep the memories alive in our minds forever.After some research, I found out that our little town was Tecolote, the creek was Tecolote Creek and that the bridge remnants were part of old Route 66. The area is rich in history including the Santa Fe Trail; maybe that is what drew us out of our world.
sea of green
A front moved through yesterday, bringing the temperature down into the 30’s overnight. Quite a change from the 80º we had on Monday! Now is the time I pray to the powers that be to keep the weather moderate for the benefit of apples this summer. My Haralson apple tree is in full bloom. Apples grow well here with the caveat that you just never know when a heavy wet snow will destroy the blossoms and ruin all chances of any apples that season. There really is nothing to do other than hope for the best and enjoy the heck out of the apples when you do have a full harvest!
following the right path
Today my son decided to quit the high school baseball team. A couple of years ago, this would have been unthinkable due to his love of the sport. He was considered good and he worked hard. But the last couple of years, when he made it to the varsity team, he hardly ever played. Playing time is the only way to get better. That is a simple fact. As a pitcher, it is even harder than most other positions because lack of playing time makes each sporadic trip to the mound less likely to be successful. His coaches made up their minds that they didn’t have any faith in him. At the same time, he has broadened his horizons and now loves music and playing the guitar. He has chosen a college and playing baseball is no longer on the radar. I am sure that many parents would say that he should finish out the season. I thought about it but leaving the team seemed like the right thing to do. Since he hardly ever plays and since this is his last semester, he will hurt no one by leaving. It will give a younger player on the JV team a chance to move up and he will be free of the pain of not having the support of his coaches.
I happened to open a book that my friend Val just wrote, “The Handbook of Everyday Wisdom” to the saying, “Perseverance doesn’t always pay off. Sometimes it is better to step back, review your options, and then take a different path.” Today, my son quit the baseball team and the track coach asked him to try out for track. He had to run the 400-meter sprint, twice! When I got home, he was flat on his back, exhausted. But he was also full of plans, of getting in shape after months of sitting on the bench in the dugout and of improving his time enough to be able to compete in the next track meet.I know he made the right decision. He is already in a better place!
I would love to be sitting under my Emerald Queen Maple, watching as it flowers and leafs out. I love swinging as the wind blows and seeing the clusters of tender green flowers, looking so fresh against the cerulean sky. I could sit here all the while it takes for this miracle to happen. Most people would say this is a waste of time but I am kind of twisted. What could be more important than slowing down (or speeding up!) to the rhythm of life?
first rainbow of spring
woke earlylooking forward to sunrise at Addenbrook Parkbanks of clouds above the rising sunas I hurry to the parkmy trees are still barewater running in the little irrigation ditchpowerful wind picks upethereal pink clouds roiling above Green Mountainraindrops start falling and blowing aboutquick, run to the carrainbow calls me to lingerdrops of water on my lensimperfect beauty
what are you afraid of?
For the first time, I am feeling a little sad about the arrival of spring. Only in the sense that for the next 6 months, I will not be able to photograph my favorite tree shapes, crooked branches reaching out to life, that speak to me with such boldness. But any sadness is replaced by the shear beauty of watching and now photographing the swelling of the buds and the exploding wash of tender green on the trees all around me. And then there are the pinks and whites and reds of the fruit trees. But I love to look at all of the other trees as they flower; it is almost like a secret because many people don’t think that they even flower. I have a beautiful Emerald Queen Maple in my front yard. It is a fast growing tree with huge leaves that provide cool shade to my south-facing yard. I love the texture of its bark and the opposite branching and the smooth shape and rich brown color of its buds. It is turning green overnight. Tomorrow I will look at how much more green there is. I am too taken with the transformation to be sad about the cloak of leaves to follow. Welcome!
Friday Photo - Full
Friday Cat - hunting buddies
a photo taken by my son