Posts from the ‘Front Porch Musings’ category

Sky Blue and Grass Green

I don’t know what they are calling the Crayola crayon colors for the blue of a clear blue sky or the bright green of new spring grass, but I can picture the box of crayons…you know that big box of 64 with the sharpener on the back of the box. And I can smell that new crayon smell…

Yesterday afternoon the vivid blue of the sky and the bright green of the new grass (hay and alfalfa) – with the mountains and trees and houses – this sea of blue and green on my road home – it reminded me of those bright, clear colors and a brand new box of crayons.

Road Home

Road Home

Road Home

Road Home

Road Home

Skywatch Friday … Northern Light

Skywatch Friday which is hosted by Tom Wigley on his blog Wiggers World

Northern Light…not “lights” – I would LOVE to get a photo worthy of posting of the Aurora Borealis, which I have seen only once…but this post is about Northern Light which at my latitude of 48 North means sunrise at 5:50 and sunset at 9:11 and another month to go until the Summer Equinox so sunrise is ever earlier and sunset ever later until at the equinox there is light in the sky as late as 11 p.m. and as early as 4 a.m. … really, we have no need for Daylight Saving Time here – enough of the daylight already!!!

**added Note on 5/17 Northern Lights are the Aurora Borealis…I am using “Northern Light” to refer to the extended daylight we have in the north during the summer… sorry for any misunderstanding, I probably shouldn’t have capitalized it either…

But, yesterday morning very early and me, too impatient to get a tripod, but looking at a beautiful dawn about to happen, well, see for yourself…

North Light

North Light

North Light

North Light

North Light

North Light

North Light

And much later yesterday – 8:45 p.m. U.S. Mountain Daylight time – the setting sun with no clouds to block its rays, shines on the top of the trees casting them in gold…

North Light

North Light

North Light

And a bit of follow up… Mental Pause Mama and my friend Kris identified the bird in the Pond Post as a Yellow Headed Blackbird. See the original post for more….

Heart Strings

Heart Strings

Sara left these Heart Strings for me. The card that came with says: “This whimsical string of beads and charms will bring peace, harmony and abundance into your life. Hang the string by a door so the movement in and out of your home will stir the bell and cause it to ring.

Heart Strings Each charm and bead has symbolism:

Donut – the continuity of life

Leaf – abundance and success

Bear – strength and courage

Hand – faith and sincerity

Heart – affection

The Bell – focus of the mind

I believe in the power of positive thinking – in having the vision of what we would like our lives and our everydays to be like. Vision can be a powerful tool. When we know what we want in our lives, we do a better job of making the choices that help get us there as well as saying no to those things that are not part of what we want.

I look at this Heart String and remember the giver as well as what each charm and bead symbolizes. It helps to remind me what is important – focus, affection, faith and sincerity, strength and courage. When those things are the focus, abundance and success are mine. The continuity of life – the circle of life – a reminder that this earthly life is not all there is.

My Heart Strings are hanging in my office across from my morning reading chair and by the sliding door to my back yard. I see it when I am quiet at the start of the day and think on those things it represents. The string is stirred by the movement through that door – a reminder during my work day. And – it is pretty on the wall – it brings to mind the friend who gave it – heart strings from one to another.

**note added…several have emailed me asking about where to purchase. These are made by Susan Walters, susan.walters@gmail.com . She will make custom strings as well.

In the house

Saturday, approximately 7:00 p.m. – Sara left with the last of her things for her new home – and my house was once again mine. It was a bit…well, it was interesting. I was in the motorhome and Sara in the house for nearly 3 weeks in October before I flew to Florida. Then, when I returned – I was in the motorhome and Sara in the house for nearly 2 weeks. I used the washer/dryer which are just inside the front door, and I poked around the living room closet where I had papers, but otherwise, it was Sara’s house…so funny-odd to “move back in”. But that feeling was short-lived. By the time I put everything “to rights”, it once again became “my” house.

By 9:00 p.m. on Saturday, I had my bed made, the coffee ready to go in the morning and enough toiletries to feel comfortable with the going to bed and getting up routine.

I’m home!

Home

Bob jumped on the bed – looked at me askance!!! – sniffed as if to say: “This is different”, and then proceeded to curl up on my robe..

Home

Karl joined Bob soon after. Karl rarely gets on the bed but has ALWAYS done so the first night home. Before Sara moved, we were in the house on occasion but never for long. This night, he seemed to understand immediately that we were to stay…whether he picks up on my mood/spirit or ??? – he knew. He took a treat to the rug in the sunroom – usual spot. When I moved to the bedroom, up on the bed he went – and he stayed and went to sleep while I watched a bit of TV. Then, habit, or he gets too warm…into the closet.

Home

That blur…that is Karl going into the closet… I crate trained Karl when he was a puppy and he has always liked a “den”. In this house, as in Florida, the closet is his den.

As per usual, Karl and Bob settled immediately into the home routine. I had a hard time falling asleep, but did eventually and woke to the sound of rain – heard through the open window.

We are in the house!

…this last photo has nothing to do with being in the house. This was actually the night before we moved home – in the motorhome. The title is: “Is the ice cream soft yet???”

Home

Park by Flathead Lake

When I have errands in Bigfork, Karl and I usually take a walk in the state park that sits between the village of Bigfork, Bigfork Bay and Flathead Lake. There are several trail loops of different distance, but our favorite is a combination of 2 that take us from near the park entrance, up and over a hill and then down to the lake. We putz around the lake front and then loop on the road back up the hill, around the far border of the park and finally back to our starting point.

Today was the second time we walked in the park since returning to Montana. I was thrilled to find these little purple-magenta wild flowers – they are a favorite of mine. I think they are called “common blue-eyed grass” and they are like a mini-iris. I love iris which may explain my love of these beauties. Now, if someone sees these photos and says to themselves, “Oh for Pete’s sake, those are ….whatever” – feel free to leave a comment with the correct name… ***Reader Montucky from Montana Outdoors supplied the correct name: Shooting Star, from the Primrose family (Dodecatheon pauciflorum). Thanks Montucky!

mini iris

mini iris

mini iris

The sun was out, but there were also clouds throwing shadows on parts of the lake. The lake has been “drained” a bit…it always amazes me how much water they must let out to drop the level of this large lake this amount – see the sand and the islands? – the sand bars will be covered with water leaving the trees on small islands as soon as the mountain snow melts and the lake fills to its normal level. There is concern about flooding this year as the snow pack is so heavy and spring has been cool. A sudden warmup will melt the huge snow pack quickly sending more water than the rivers and lake can handle. Flathead Lake is the largest fresh water lake west of the Mississippi – larger than Lake Tahoe – that is a LOT of water.

Lake

Lake

As we finish the loop walk, Karl is getting a bit warm. We’ve been in the sun for about 1/2 of the last loop. Even at 50 degrees – full sun on a black dog…he gets hot and the tongue comes out. There is water in the Jeep and we make for that.

Karl

Karl

A nice walk in the park by Flathead Lake on a beautiful day…

Seeing what’s there

A camera mimics the human eye in many ways. If you go outside in bright sunlight and squint as hard as you can – even use your fingers to squish your eye a bit…that is the same as setting the aperture on a camera to a very small opening which for some reason is a very high numbered f-stop but my point is…squishing down the eye’s pupil is the same as making a camera’s aperture small. Try it – you will SEE that everything is in sharp focus – from up close to far away.

If you have ever had your eyes dilated for an eye exam, then you know what things look like through the camera when the aperture is open wide…again somewhat confusingly – a small numbered f-stop in a camera means the lens is wide open. Back to remembering what it is like after the dilation – too much light, hard to focus…in camera-speak, a short depth of field.

Now, the camera also has shutter speed and ISO…I’m ignoring those… The point of this post – is the human brain. When we “look” at the world, we look with not only our eyes, but with our brain. Our brains can spin, filter and focus. A camera captures everything that is there.

Here is the photo of my front porch – taken to show the wreath and the placque:

In the large window to the right there is a blue blur -my reflection. When I prepared this photo for the original post, I saw the reflection and I toyed with the idea of removing it. I decided that it was subtle and blurry enough to leave – that it did not distract from the “subject” of the photo which was the overall “front porch” and the situation of the wreath and placque.

But Beth, a friend and reader of the blog, commented

“Love the hint of your reflection in the window. Consider playing with that a bit more – I’m always intrigued with layers of meaning in the visual image”

Hmmmm…..it made me think.

What we see

It made me think about what we see with our brains, with our mind….versus what is really there to see.

I’m not proficient enough to seriously sharpen and bring into focus, the reflection of me in the window. I blurred everything else so that the reflection is somewhat prominent.

But the point is…we tend to look at the world, at all of the things we “see” daily, with “brain focus”. We edit with our brain what we see with our eyes. As a new and enthusiastic photographer, I see the world a bit differently since I started using photographs to illustrate my writing, my “points”, my life. I am often as surprised at what the camera captures as I am the direction my writing takes. The camera and to some extent, the writing, they see what is there.

As I took the photo of the front porch, I “saw” through the camera, the front porch. But the camera saw and recorded “me” photographing the front porch. The camera sees what’s there – I am starting to see what’s there also.