As the sun creeps down,
the sky fills with color.
Bouncing off the water,
bouncing off the clouds
until the light is unseen,
and the stars dance with delight.
A few months ago I was a bit bored and when I’m bored, I sometimes decide to find something around the house to take pictures of. While meandering around, I found a little dandelion in my front yard growing up against the landscape block in front of my house. I decided that since this little guy had somehow escaped the perfectionist yard tending of my detail oriented husband, G1, I would see about getting up close and getting some pictures of it. In fact, I had decided to see if I could somewhat, re-create this .
So I went and fetched a cup of water and G2 (my beloved camera) and proceeded back outside to my front yard. I glanced around, saw that my neighbors all seemed to be inside, so I, a grown woman, laid down on my stomach, reached my hand in the cup, submerged it in the water, then pulled it out to sprinkle it on this tiny dandelion. Soon, as I was sprawled on the front yard, facing a block wall, G2 and I were snapping away, trying to find the ‘just right’ angle at which to shoot this little guy. I was in my own little artistic world, both creating and at the same time marveling at the intricate detail and the frail beauty of this God forsaken weed when suddenly I was pulled back, into the dimension of consciousness with the words “What are you doing?”
I, flat on my stomach, feet stretching towards the street, turned my head to see my neighbors, a nice, young couple standing next to each other in their driveway, her, with their precious one year old son in her arms, looking at their crazy neighbor lady with bemused smiles on their faces. Initially, I felt my whole body as well as what dignity I thought I had, cringe at the thought of how I must look. I clumsily got to my feet and stuttered out “T-taking a picture of a, a um, dandelion?”
They looked at each other, chuckled to each other as if their previous conversations about their “not right neighbors” were somehow backed up by this newest piece of evidence and said “Ok”. I, started laughing at myself (with them) and told them I’d email them the link to my picture. I promised them that as ridiculous as I know I looked, I hoped that they would see that something so tiny could be a thing of beauty. We ended with a good laugh as they took their son for a walk around the neighborhood.
Yes, I too think I am crazy at times but honestly, once I get past that initial cringe of self consciousness, I don’t care. I enjoy getting down and close up to things most pass by. It brings me peace, and reminds me of the beauty in all things, even the little ones.
Ever had one of those moments in life, where you go somewhere, and then decide you were better off where you were? Yep, me too. Luckily some things are flexible.
This is a picture of a tree near the entrance of a conservation area I frequent. I’ve taken many pictures of this tree and it never ceases to amaze me how the same tree, on different mornings, with an ever changing sky, can look so different.
I love that about nature! Ever Changing, yet always present.
I think I’ll post some of the other pictures I’ve taken of this tree from time to time.
I have been lucky to have a sweet family live outside my sliding glass door for the past several weeks.
I have watched their personal journey and felt at times like a giant gawker.
I considered having a huge goodbye party like Oprah, but, well, didn’t want to detract any attention from her. After all, she had her show for 25 years, the Robirdsons haven’t been around quite that long.
When opening the squeaky screen door, one of the babies, who was considering leaving the nest, jumped ship so we were down to 3.
Then, just a day or two later, I could see that baby #2 was stretching his legs, trying to gather the nerve to make that big leap.
Then there were two.
While at work, the other 2 left. I came home to this:
We humans can become so self-absorbed that we, at times, forget about the other creatures we share this earth with. The Robirdsons are a family, different from ours yet the same. It truly makes me wonder if they are they more like us than we will ever know. After all, in the matter of a little over a month, the Robirdsons have had a family, cared for it, raised it and sent them on their way. It takes humans 20 years (more or less) to do the same thing.
I literally stare at my empty nest hanging outside my window and feel that bitter-sweet set of emotions. I miss seeing the little ones snuggling together all sweet and adorable and yet I know that this is what nature intends for every living thing.
Goodbye Robirdsons, thank you for sharing your precious family with me. Sorry if the goofy lady with the camera freaked you out at times but you reminded me that this world is full of wonders both big and small and they exist right in front of our eyes if we take the time to see them.
Thank you for that.
Days 5, 6 and 7 of the Robirdsons
If you missed it, here is my first post on the Robirdsons.
And here is my second post.
I will have one last post after this one about my little birdy family.
Seriously, I try so hard to stay away from this little family in my back window but I just love to watch them.
Does this mean I need to get a life?
Um, nevermind, don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical question, I don’t think I really want to know.
These hungry little piglets seem like they grow by the hour.
We had a couple of days of damp and colder than normal weather and momma took her place on her nest in order to keep her babies warm.
I feel as though I am truly blessed having a front row seat to this little life event.
It’s getting close, I can feel it, they are getting old enough to go out on their own.
Ok, so my quads aren’t exactly human newborns but still amazing and adorable (eventually) in their bird way.
Earlier this spring, about a week before Easter, I had planned on replanting a new batch of flowers in the hanging pot outside my back door. I admittedly let the darned thing hang outside all winter long where the dainty annuals from last year became nothing more than withered sticks.
My plans for fresh new annual colors soon changed as I noticed one evening while cooking dinner that the flower pot had new residents moving in, Momma and Pappa robin were making a new nest in MY flower pot. As I watched their hard work I through the upcoming days I eventually dubbed this sweet little family, the Robirdsons.
Every day for close to a week they flew back and forth, several times a day, carrying sticks and grass and the makings of a new home for their little ones that were soon to arrive. They placed their building materials carefully and packed them down.
Easter morning, I climbed up on the kitchen chair and peeking into their nest from my side of the glass saw this:
And then I re-focused my lens a little past my original target and saw an Easter character standing close by.
Could the Easter bunny have dropped these here? Surely not.
So as this was my first close up experience with this species, I wondered how long it would be until we had little baby Robirdsons in our nest. Curious I was, so I did what any modern human would do and I Googled it to find out that our babies were due 12 – 14 days after the last egg was laid.
Momma was a good momma bird and barely left her nest, especially during that second week and I, strangely enough, found myself growing excited and impatient in anticipation of their arrival.
Sure enough, 2 weeks later, on Mothers Day none the less, our hatchlings arrived, 4 in total and lets just say they were definately the kind of face only a mother could love.
Momma also didn’t really like the fact that I was standing on a kitchen chair on the other side of the glass so I would try to get my pictures quick, then leave them alone. Only over the next few days, my quick little picture jaunts have become more and more frequent because I am just so fascinated. I tried pulling my fake Ficus tree out of the corner to cover me and to try to make the Mrs. more comfortable but this is one smart momma who can still see me taking quick peeks into their little family world.
The last 3 pictures above were taken on May 11th and as I write this only a few days from then, I am amazed at how fast
my babies Mrs Robinsons babies have changed, you will be too.
More details to come soon!
Although I do love living in a place with a change in seasons, this winter has been longer and tougher than most in my memories past.
A few weeks ago I showed you some picts from last spring, now I will show you a few that I took of the Missouri countryside before it turned blah and wintery.
A beautiful day in Autumn.
I should have been at work that day, but took a vacation day.
I wish I could get paid to drive around this beautiful country of ours and take in all of the beauty.
Now THAT would be awesome.
I guess since it was a vacation day, and I got paid for it, I did (technically) get paid to drive around and take pictures.
Always have to look at the bright side!
There’s been a lot of it this year. Even the U.S. South which closes schools and roads when there is only an inch or 2 is just recently melting from several inches which totally shut them down (Cough-Wimps-Cough) for darn near a week. Here in Mo, they’re calling for more snow this week.
After the snow there is always the soggy, muddy mess that is left behind until the warmer/drier days reappear to dry up the mush. Days are still gray and dull here in mid Missouri and I am looking forward to the signs of life, the sprigs of green to appear on the ground and in the trees, when spring is on our doorsteps.
Here are some pictures I took last spring to remind us all what is just around the calendar corner. Spring waits to greet us in the matter of more than a few weeks.
Hang in there!
When it comes to opinions, they’re like um, brains, yep, brains, we all have one. 😉
As different as we all are, so are our perspectives.
I love to have different people look at the same subject, photo (in my case), and give their opinion.
It still never ceases to amaze me how one person can look at a photo and say “Meh, it does nothing for me,” and the next person can come along and that same photo is their favorite. It reminds me how ultimately diverse we all are.
Meet Pricilla, my cousin breeds, raises, trains and sells horses. I love going there to visit. This is the newest addition. She has an older brother out there somewhere named Elvis.
Which do you prefer? Why?
Now from these, which is your favorite, why?
Notice how color vs. Black and white can completely change the mood of the same photo? I think its because as much as I favor color, it can be distracting to the emotion of a picture. Black and white photos lay bare the soul of the moment. This is especially true in photos of human interaction, but can even be viable in photos of non humans as shown above.
Art, whether a painting, a photograph, a drawing, or even sculpture will only stand out to an audience if it stirs an emotion, a memory, a feeling. That is one reason taste can vary so widely, it varies as do our life experiences and our perspectives.
Maybe this also helps explain why theres so much chaos during election time. Different life experiences, different perspectives. It would be nice if we could all learn to appreciate each others differences instead of judge each other on them.
Now completely off the subject, I also just want to let my loyal readers know that I’m tired of pizza and take out. I’ll hopefully have some time to cook some things up here soon! I’ve got many recipes to still try and share, stay tuned.
Monday I took my baby to look at a college.
Ok, so she’s not exactly an infant as that may sound, she’s 17 and a Senior in High School deciding where to go to college.
But she’s my youngest of 2, so she’s one of my babies. Don’t judge me, they will always be my babies.
She’s my artist child, my right-brained thinker, my music lover.
My oldest will save the earth and the animals, and my youngest will paint the world with beauty and music.
No pressure though kiddos.
So she’s 95.5% sure she’s going to a college close to home, it’s a commutable distance but she still wants to dorm it. I completely understand and am just glad she will be close. She’s also decided that while she wants to be an artist, she also loves kids and wants to major in either Music or Art education as a career.
We went on the tour of the college Monday. When we entered the Arts Auditorium, her face lit up and I could see the excitement in her eyes. Then came the old familiar welling up of tears. I choked them back, after all, I didn’t want to embarrass my baby girl almost grown daughter. I’m all too familiar with this feeling, I had a similar feeling when I took my oldest to college. I unloaded her stuff, walked around the campus with her, ate lunch in the cafeteria then we walked together to the parking lot for my 4 1/2 hour drive home. I had been choking back those tears all day too but I thought it was mostly because she would be so far from home, and I’m sure that was a lot of it. As I got in my car that day, I told myself, “Stay Strong!” and somehow held back the flood of emotion and sobbing until after I had driven out of her sight. I wanted to remain strong for her and I didn’t want to embarrass her. As soon as I was out of sight though, I had to pull my car off the road and let loose. I had to release the flood as the dam walls were going to explode. I cried and I wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t that I was horribly sad, it was more a cry for the swift passage of time, the pride, the fact that she was 4 1/2 hours away, and something else I just couldn’t put my finger on. After I gathered my composure, I got back on the road & called my oldest baby girl and admitted to her that mommy had to pull over and sob. She chuckled a little and admitted she too went back to her room and cried a little. Let me tell you mom’s & dad’s, cutting that umbilical cord is a strange mix of emotions.
So back to my youngest baby girl (something tells me I haven’t completely cut the cords yet….hmmmmm). The entire tour I choked back those feelings again. I was puzzled because I am pretty sure she’s going to be close to home. I’ll be seeing her often (like when she needs her laundry done!) so why these feelings now?
I looked around at these kids, young adults milling about, busy on their way to class, some sleeping on the sofa’s in the library, some studying diligently, some giggling with their friends, that is when I realized this feeling encompasses so many things.
It’s about pride.
It’s about the realization that these little bundle I gave birth to, what seems like just yesterday, is getting ready to move on to the next phase in her life, she’s getting ready to cross that bridge from teen to adult.
Being a parent is about caring for these little lives, feeding them, loving them, nurturing them, guiding them and watching the milestones pass one by one then sending them on to make their mark on this world and start the cycle all over.
It’s such an exciting and unsure time for them, such a mixture of emotions for us.