Still not much happening with my photography these days, so I’ll share some older stuff until the new stuff arrives.
There is a area near Walden, Colorado where these Yellow-headed blackbirds often gather. They are not easily spooked and make good photographic subjects. I think they are lovely and enjoy finding them.
Things are beginning to green up here in Colorado, at least below 6,000 feet. It will be another month before the high country sees what we have down here in Denver.
This is the time of year we do out house repairs and we just finished installing a very long stretch of privacy fence. Once I get through with the maintenance stuff, I’ll be heading up north to get the cabin opened for the season. The cabin can be hit and miss. About half the time we have a plumbing problem with the water pipes. Winter runs long and is harsh in the Laramie Mountains of Northern, Colorado. It’s worth the price.
Out to the Rocky Mountain Arsenal NWR this morning.
There have been news reports of newborn bison at the Arsenal so my buddy Tim and I made a run through the arsenal this morning.
Lots of bison, lots of deer, not a lot of photography as the animals weren’t exactly in good light for most of the morning. Still, we managed to spot three newborn bison calves. One looks like it was born in the past 24 hours as the mother was looking quite raw and low on strength.
The placenta is still fresh and hanging from the calf and the mother is on her feet. One of three calves we spotted.
Today is Thursday. By 6:30 am, I’ve fed the dog, loaded the dishwasher and greeted the new sunrise on the porch. Everyone else is still sleeping. Fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting in my office holding my coffee mug, staring at the computer screen.
“What to write today?” I’m thinking. I sip more coffee. I think this same thought every day that begins in front of the computer.
I’ll start with a photograph. That usually gets the chocks removed from the wheels. The fox activity in the neighborhood has been picking up, I’m thinking a fox photo might help direct my mind.
I find a photo of a Red Fox running across an open field near Red Feathers. In it’s mouth is a field mouse. A fleeting moment, out of the blue. I’m lucky to have witnessed it and even more lucky to have photographed it. The moment came and went in less than 30 seconds.
Sipping my coffee, I’m down to the last and it’s no longer warm.
“I have something to work with” I’m thinking. “Fleeting moments. Yeah, fleeting moments is a good theme.” My thoughts progress as I scoot away from my desk with coffee cup in hand.
As I walk downstairs, the front door comes in to view and I see the bottom half of my daughter-in-law’s car in the driveway. Trudy has been watching the kids this week but I wasn’t expecting them today.
“Oh, surprise. Always the last to find out.” I’m thinking as I open the front door to let her and my grand-daughter in.
As they enter the house, Trudy appears from the kitchen. Doobie runs to the door and tangles himself in the group trying to coax Ava into playing. The noise went from silent to a crescendo of confusion in less than 5 seconds.
I’m receiving fragments of the conversation at this point so I decide to proceed down the hall into the kitchen to refill my coffee mug. Doobie and Ava dart by me. Trudy and Chelsea are right behind me. The noise level hasn’t decreased.
“Do you have your wallet?” Trudy directs her attention to me. I’m in my sweats and my hair looks like I’ve slept in a wind-tunnel.
“Ahhh, no. It’s upstairs.” I reply.
“Chelsea needs ones.” Trudy says.
More sentence fragments enter my ears, thoughts are coagulating. Something about Chelsea needing three, one dollar bills for Noah at school this morning, which apparently wasn’t known about until Noah got to school.
No worries, three dollars should be possible. The school is a couple of blocks from our house, so coming here is a lot easier than driving to a bank machine and getting $20 and then trying to break it. School is starting.
I return to the kitchen with my wallet which contained a single dollar bill. I proudly pull it out and hand it to Chelsea.
“If you ever talk about me behind my back Chelsea, please tell them that I’m the kind of guy who would give you his last dollar.” I grinned like a hobo who just found a bottle of whiskey.
Trudy and Chelsea continue talking. More fragments assemble. Chelsea is embarrassed. Doobie is still running and jumping, tipping the trash bin, smacking his head. Ava is somewhere down there tangled up with Doobie.
Trudy takes the dollar bill from Chelsea and hands her a twenty.
“You didn’t have enough ones?” I ask. “I only have the one.”
Trudy stares at me for a second and hands me the dollar bill.
“Here, give it to Chelsea” Her hair is in worse shape than mine.
“I just did.” I say, wondering what just happened.
“Oh. Well, she probably won’t need it then.” She says
I place the single bill back into my wallet and move towards the coffee pot.
Fifteen minutes later.
Chelsea and Ava and Doobie are all about their business. Mom is downstairs getting her coffee. Trudy and I are sitting on the back porch enjoying the nice morning, waking up from our stupors.
“So, you take the dollar from Chelsea, give it to me and tell me to give it to her?” I said in a low, almost laughing tone.
“I don’t think my mind was working yet.” Trudy replies. She starts laughing and continues laughing.
“This may be the all time best blonde moment you’ve had.” I say.
She laughs harder. I laugh with her. The sun is up. The coffee is hot.
Happy Sunday, Happy Easter, Happy April Fools Day.
Did I miss anything?
Yeah. April Fools Day awareness.
Trudy is the Queen of April Fool jokers.
I thought I’d get her first this morning. Aiming for the right benign moment to lull her using her own type A personality traits. I went to the front door to open it for the day and just sorta blurted out. “Someone’s parked in our driveway.” I unlocked the door and walked outside into the empty driveway and waited for her to appear at the front door.
She was on to me when I first opened my mouth. A swing and a miss.
Two hours later
I’m in the kitchen sorting my weekly pill container (old folks favorite pastime) when Trudy comes bolting through the back porch door with a horrified look on her face.
“Dooby caught the rabbit, Doobie caught the rabbit, oh my God.” She runs to the cupboard to get a trash bag and starts looking at me like she was going to cry.
I’m sitting there and now thinking…
“Great, now I have to go out and finish off the mangled Easter Bunny on Easter morning”
I rose from my chair and started out the door. I did not notice at first but it occurred to me, Doobie was right behind me following me outside. He wasn’t the least bit excited, just following me. I’ve been had.
The last thing I heard before the porch door closed was…
I was digging through a catalog from 2004 to find a particular image for the blog when I ran across this image. It caused me to pause and reflect, so I’ll share that today.
I began my professional life as an Earth Station Engineer. Meaning I went to military school, college and worked in Satellite Communications ground stations for most of my adult life.
My radio station was always on the air. We didn’t make mistakes.
This photo was taken a couple of years before I retired from the WSJ. It was the last time I painted our satellite dish. It was the near the end of my professional career in Radio & Satellite Communications, but not the end of my involvement.
My wife, Trudy, recently retired from her job as a Space Systems Engineer for Lockheed and I was lucky enough to revisit my previous field through her in the time since my retirement. It’s nice to have things in common with the love of your life.
These days, this is all a memory my wife and I can now enjoy. I am proud of what I learned and did for most of my life and this shot reminded me of that.
These days, We’re drifting on our inner tubes into the great sea of retirement. All of this technical stuff is long gone and some other company now owns that property. I heard they bought the old building for 3.5 million.