Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Friday, August 16, 2013

Having fun with a Zinnia

My rugged Zinnias just keep blooming in the garden. Despise the lack of water and the very dry, dog days of summer, they persist.
This morning I took my Nikon D5100 camera outside, with a 105mm macro lens, and took a few shots. Then I had some fun with them in Picasa, a free, online, photo storage program, and transformed them with special effects.
 The beautiful reality


And the taking away of some color.
or the switching of color that focuses on the magical inner world of its center.
Another lovely reality
transformed into a drawing.
And finally the same zinnia... fresh out of the camera
And then... all zoomy in black and white.
This is how I spend a few hours of my retirement each day. It's a magnificent obsession... and so much fun.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Jumping Boulders

The Beans made up a game... with a little of my help. I call it Jumping Boulders. Well, maybe that's the name I gave it when they took me to the end of the loop we were camping on and I watched, in horror, as they jumped barefoot from one rock to another. So, I made up a few rules and slowed them down a little. It became a challenge to run to the top of a huge boulder in as few foot steps as possible.
 Big Bean did it really well. Look at that concentration.
He was the oldest. He was motivated.
Look at that form. Their new friend watch and yelled encouragement and, later, joined them in an attempt to break the record. The Bean won... hands down, I mean up.
Oops! Almost touched the rock with his hands. (They decided that you couldn't use your hands.)
And then with graceful precision...sticking the perfect landing.

Little Bean did this too.
Here's the start... a run at the rock.
Up we go...
 He makes it look so easy.
And always... the focus... the concentration. Olympic quality form.
 Maybe, someday, this will be a sport at the Olympics and, like the unique jumping style called the "Fosbury flop" that changed the discipline of the high jump forever, the Beans might be the first to qualify for a brand new way of running and jumping. Hey, you never know.
They did this over and over again to see how few steps it took them to reach the top of the boulder. My feet hurt just watching them.
King of the Rock.


(These photos were shot in manual mode without my paying attention. I was so busy taking pictures that I didn't look at my camera settings before I started shooting. I thought I was shooting "auto". The photos are noisy (grainy) and not very sharp. My mistake. But they're good for the story.)

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Noni, living in a tent for a few days

This was my own personal space at Pinecrest Lake.
I don't remember the last time that I "camped" anywhere. I know I was younger and the bathrooms were closer. I did not remember the bathrooms being so far away... so dark... and creepy. After getting up twice the first night and groping around in the dark, without a flashlight, to find a place that would accommodate a middle of the night squat, near the tent, without breaking my neck, I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to invest in a porta potty. It wasn't that I didn't have a flashlight... I just didn't want anyone to see me... so I attempted a blind trip to the side of my tent...on a moonless night... twice. Not a good thing to do when you have guide wires and uneven ground to negotiate. I decided that I was lucky the first night, but didn't want to do it again.
So, my sweet daughter in law and I drove to Sonora on Tuesday and bought a shower/potty tent and a Porta potty. Forgot to take a picture of these lifesaving inventions, but they are the best thing since sliced bread and you can use a solar water bag (with the tent) to take a shower. We bought the solar water bag too. We bought some other things and got gas and ice. Then went to Starbucks (of course) before we drove back up to the lake.
 What a wonderful invention this porta potty and tent is. You not only have something to sit on but you have these bags that fold into themselves and seal up. You have convenience and privacy.  I can't explain it more than to say that someone (probably an older woman who tripped over herself on a dark night) went home and invented this little gem. It made my nightlife a convenient pleasure and I'm very thankful for modern inventions of this magnitude.
So much for the "old lady" stuff.

I had a great time. Our boys learned their survival lessons well after years of camping with us and other members of the family. They set up camp like a five star hotel.
This was the kitchen. The little blue tent is the food tent.
Below, was the dishwashing area and eating table. Mommy, daddy and the Beans tent is in the background.
Both were covered completely with pop up covers.
The fire pit was surrounded by enough chairs to accommodate everyone.
I got there the day after they did and my tent was already set up and waiting. Can't ever remember that happening before. Age has its privileges I guess. I was very thankful.
They rented the Beans (my grandchildren) some bikes.
This is the smartest thing you can do for a 6 and 8 year old. They spent most of their time riding around "C" loop and finding other children to play with.


One night this amphitheater at the lake turned into a movie theater and  my youngest son and I took the Beans to see a movie. I have only one comment on this movie. It was an animated movie called Despicable Me (part 2, I think.) and it was, in my estimation, DESPICABLE. But the Beans loved it. The place was packed and we were glad we took chairs. We would have had to stand up without chairs. The benches were full. The place was packed.
This photo, above, was taken the next day as we started our hike to the dam. This is the framework that held the screen for the movie. The Beans just had to go up and check it out.
 Then we started our hike.

Pinecrest Lake is a beautiful man made lake that is in a stunning location at 5600 ft. in elevation.  It's on the road to Sonora Pass, a scenic winding highway that has guided people across the Sierra Nevada since 1852.
It can be very crowded but it's always well run and clean. 
The weather was perfect. The lake, as always, is a bit cold to swim in. This doesn't stop people though. They love to swim, fish and recreate in all kinds of boats and floats. You can't water ski, but there are party boats, paddle boats and canoes to rent... and of course fishing boats of all kinds.
My Daughter in law took this photo of me, my boys and my grandsons on the giant granite boulders that line the lake.
Then we rearranged...
 And I took a shot of them with Robbin in the middle.
 This is the "Relax, Noni." part. I was so nervous about the little guys way up there on those big boulders. I worried and fussed the whole time.
We hiked about a mile to the damn but it wasn't a bad hike at all. Sometimes the rocks got to me and I needed to rest, but everyone stopped so we could take pictures and enjoy the beauty.

The path could be steep...
And the bridge to the dam was a bit scary to walk across, but we all walked across it to the dam itself. The wind took my Animal Ark hat on the dam and it's now floating in the lake. I hope some fisherman in a boat picked it up and took it home.  I will miss it. Before I left, I bought a Pinecrest hat at the store.
The trail continues over the damn and around the lake.
Robbin and my oldest son decided to continue on around the lake. The rest of us went back down the trail the way we had come.
This sign tells you (with the ever present graffiti) that this is an official trail.
My Beans never complained about all the walking. They are little troopers. I know they were tired.
When we got back to the store we bought ICE CREAM. They enjoyed the treat.

I took a nap when we returned to camp. Had a hard time that night. My legs were hurtin'.  (It was Advil and Aspercreme time.) We had a great dinner and sat around the campfire talking about other trips to this lake  years ago and how we missed Papa.
Next year we will figured out how Noni and Papa can come up together.  He usually comes instead of me.
We will bring Carl and Cutter with us, have someone feed the chickens and take care of the farm so both of us can be there. If  the Prospector had his way we would have a cabin here, but it's expensive and we want to travel too. Maybe an RV of some sort is in our future. I could really get into camping in an RV with a queen size bed and a private bathroom. Guess I'm getting old... I know I am. Comfort has become a key word in my vocabulary.
But....
there is nothing like an open fire pit with family around it.
And the tall trees... 
And a sky getting darker... until your grandson sees the first star and  you say, "Make a wish, Bean." and he makes one, out loud, while the other Bean falls asleep sitting up. It's a good feeling.
It's worth the sore legs, the dirt and the bugs.
I'm glad I went.
 I will show you more photos later and tell you about our middle of the night visitor.
 It's late and it's past my bedtime.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

I need to slow down but...

I came back from my sister's a week ago and immediately started preparing for a big yard sale at my friend's house in town. She's the one with the beautiful old Victorian house and the cats? We did this two years ago. It was a big, exhausting process then and it was this week too, but we made some money and had a good time.
Today I spent the whole day getting ready to go camping with my boys and my grand kids at Pine Crest Lake. I leave tomorrow.This is my last night in a good bed for a few days, so I'm going to enjoy a good nights sleep and I will see you on the weekend.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Long weekend... and a little miracle.

I was gone all weekend. Left  for the San Francisco Bay Area on Thursday. Went to San Francisco on Friday, with my sister and brother in law, to see the Richard Diebenkorn exhibit at the remodeled de Young Museum in Golden Gate Park.
This building has been remodeled  and was finished in 2005.  
I hadn't been there in years. It's very different now... but beautiful and modern.

On Saturday I spent most of the day at my grandson's big swim meet at my old high school.
On Sunday my sister and I went to some open houses in Berkeley and then I babysat my Beans (the grandsons) that night.
Yesterday I came home and today I sorted and priced stuff for a yard sale at my friends house next weekend.  I'm bushed.
I will tell you more about the Swim meet and the Museum soon.
The weather has cooled off but we have SMOKE from a fire down near Mammoth Lakes. Hope it dissipates by the weekend for the yard sale. 
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I have a quick story about a cricket.
Before I left last week, I was watering the garden. We had a small plastic pool that we filled with a little water for the dogs to play in. It was an experiment to see if they would get into it on hots days to cool off. Right...
Well we had it out there for the dogs but they weren't getting with the program. While I was watering that evening (It was HOT mind you.) I took my sandals off and stepped into the pool to encourage the dogs to join me. They just looked at me like I was crazy. So I leaned down to splash the water and when I did, I saw a pale cricket in the water. It was dead and had sunk to the bottom. I scooped it up and looked at it. It didn't move. I carried it over to the porch and started to lay in on a potted plant when the phone rang. I ran inside and set the cricket on the table and answered the phone... and since I can't multi-task anymore,  I forgot about the cricket. I noticed it at dinner, just laying there, but left it alone because I was busy. I forgot about it the rest of the night and went to bed.
In the morning the Prospector asked me what a dead cricket was doing on the table. I told him that I needed to take it outside and well... you know, say a few words over it and put it on one of the potted plants... or something. I reached over to pick it up and it moved away from my hand. That "dead" cricket was alive.
Can you believe it?
I had a speed light diffuser sitting on the table with all my camera stuff, so I used it to pick the cricket up and gave him a good look.
He just sat there and wiggled his antennae at me, so I took him outside and set the plastic cover on the ground in the garden.
He didn't seem too enthusiastic about leaving the little container. So I lifted him out.
 and set him on a bush.
Pretty little thing. All pale and looking quite ALIVE. It was just a miracle. He sure seemed dead the night before. But I guess he was just water logged. I really don't know what happen. I'm sure glad that I didn't throw him away thinking he was dead and gone.
I said goodbye to the amazing cricket and turned back toward to house. There, on the edge of the garden, was a lizard watching everything play out.
He looked like he was saying,
"Dumb cricket. You don't see lizards falling into large bodies of water. Just don't try to pick me up and take ME in your house. I have enough trouble with those dogs of yours out here. They are always chasing me. Have a nice day."
So all was happy and the cricket lived to tell his friends about his near death experience and his amazing second coming. Who knows what happen. I'm open to any suggestions. Sometimes we just don't have answers for things that happen. We just have to accept the little miracles, learn what we can and move on.
We drained the pool. Carl and Cutter didn't seem to care, one way or another.
The dogs did chase a lizard today. I told them not to... because, "There's this one lizard (with attitude) that might take it personally."