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Early voting…

Day one of early voting in Florida found me in a socially distanced line waiting to vote, which is all I have to say about this election. The first election that I actually remember was the 1956 election. I was turning eight, and horrified to realize that Eisenhower might not continue to be president. Since I thought life was just perfect as it was I worried that he wouldn’t be re-elected. Or they could elect my daddy, I thought that would be a dandy idea also. Next up was the 1960 election of JFK, a big deal in MA of course, so that left a lasting impression. But with a voting age of 21, and due to my July birthday, the first election I was able to vote in was the 1972 election. I was living in San Diego at the time, so waiting for my husband to get home from work meant that Nixon had already been declared the winner before I went out and voted with my home state, the only state to go for McGovern.

To be honest I had to look up a list of the presidential elections after that to remind myself who ran, who was elected, and who I voted for. I’m only batting 500, but I actually thought it was worse than that, and for me most of those elections came and went without a lot of emotion on my part. Probably the most memorable one was the 2000 Bush/Gore election, which isn’t surprising. But it so happened that a friend of the family was on the Bush election team, which is probably why my two oldest grandkids were very aware of the election and excited about it. We walked to the polls to vote that morning, the kids rode their new scooters and we were going to McDonald’s for breakfast afterwards. The line was just long enough for it to seem like an event, but not so long that the kids got bored. They were allowed into the polling booth with me and they were given their own “I voted” stickers. For this grandmother it was the perfect educational moment, I just loved everything about that day, until the vote count. It was educational in an entirely unexpected way when my grandson asked me several weeks later, “Hey Mimi, did they ever figure out who won that election?”

The story of this election is still to be written… God bless America…

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Before the crowds…

With Sunday’s photography class still on my mind I was anxious to go out and shoot again, and Tarpon Springs seemed to be a good choice of destination. I was happy to get there early so that I could find parking that I didn’t have to pay for, but I was too early to find the crowds of people that I had imagined ahead of time. On the other hand, Tarpon Springs is hardly ever so quiet, so that’s a story all it’s own.

It was nice to see that pretty blue sky and puffy white clouds for a change. I think I got a little carried away but I had fun…

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Hunting for ducklings…

After the sunrise I decided to swing by the pond in my community to look for the family of ducklings I had heard about. There were 13 to start with, and they were down to 9, so I wanted to see them soon. I’m jealous of my photographer friends who can, sometimes literally, sit on their patios and take gorgeous sunrise and sunset photos. Lovely views come with higher prices I’m sure, so it’s a trade off, but when I hear of a photo op that’s so close to home it’s a treat and I don’t want to miss it.

But someone else was also watching the pond along with me. An osprey up in the tree on the right hand side. I nearly missed seeing him at all. Was he looking for the ducklings also? I had to google it to know for sure, and found out that they eat 99% fish, but small animals and birds are also possible. So maybe I was happy that the duck family wasn’t there. And I was happy to see the osprey take to the air, but mostly for the photo ops…

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Return to nature…

Have you ever wanted to return to nature? I mean that literally. Today my friends and I visited a cemetery called Heartwood Preserve. You might want to choose this place if you would like your body to return to nature after you die. No embalming, you may choose a simple pine casket, or not. According to the website photos people also just choose for the body to be wrapped in cloth and buried that way. This was a new concept to me and I haven’t decided what I think of it. The land itself is left in it’s natural state with a wildlife trail on the property. It was quite a peaceful place. Something to think about…

WordPress has totally reformatted how to put together a post. What was simple is way more complicated, and lots less fun. Just my opinion.

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Back to normal…

Four long days of driving gave me lots of time to think about what I’d do when I got home, but so far it seems I’ve done almost nothing at all.  Four long days of being home and not being able to decide what to do have followed.  Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe I’m just really tired.  I remembered how I thought I would enjoy being online without having to compete for a chance to plug in the computer, but I’ve hardly done that either.  But I finally decided to look at the pictures I took on my last day in the Tetons.  As usual I had headed out in the car early that day, and this time I stopped to see the bison on the west, the mountain, side of the road.  That gives a different perspective on the scene, doesn’t it?  And imagine my surprise when I looked at the very first picture that I took and realized that I’d caught a mom and baby.08-02-20momandbaby08-02-20buffaloflowerI chatted with another photographer as we enjoyed the scene.  He had lived in the area for 40 years he said, and he takes every chance he gets to enjoy the scenery in the good weather, because the winters are brutal.  Which reminded me of what my friend said about visiting the campground in the winter, or attempting to visit their campsite.  Thigh deep snow defeated their attempt.  And my cousin had stressed that she sits out on her deck and enjoys her flowers every minute that she can because the summer is so short in Jackson.  It really was perfect summer weather with chilly nights and then hot in the sun.  I found that if I sat in dappled shade to read a book I needed a sweatshirt.  Yes, to me that was perfect weather, and a wonderful trip that I was lucky to be able to enjoy.  Especially this year, when things aren’t quite normal.  I’m not sure I feel quite normal either, but I’m working on it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mammoth Hot Springs…

That live and learn thing?  Apparently it doesn’t apply to me.  I had been told by Karen that it was going to be an especially busy weekend, what with a Mormon holiday and their tradition of heading to the Tetons to celebrate.  Then there was my cousin who told me that I really ought to think about running ideas for things to do past her before I plunge ahead.  She has learned a few things in 30 years of living here, she said.  Even my uncle’s admonition of being in long lines of traffic moving at 4 mph as you travel through Yellowstone didn’t come to mind.

Which is how I found myself heading into Yellowstone, not realizing that it was Saturday at first, aiming for Mammoth Hot Springs and hoping to cut to the east to the Lamar Valley and see some wildlife.  I hadn’t actually been the driver before, I was the passenger who was enjoying the view when Charley and I took our trip here in 1992.  And Karen had driven when she and I recently visited.  The drive is a bit harder than I realized, not so much time to sight-see.  And I knew my goal was a long way north so I didn’t stop at the places I’d recently been to.  With road construction it took a long time, and I was tired when I got there.  And I was already dreading the drive back and thinking I’d turn right around.

Except the landscape was so pretty, and the town was charming.  And busy, the road was packed with cars, all looking for parking spaces.  There were long lines at the general store and the restaurant.  Plus the side walks were full of families, all heading in one direction or another.  And elk.  Elk on the lawns, grazing.  Elk across the street grazing, and crossing the street periodically.  And one young ranger trying to get the people to keep their distances from the elk.  They were pushing their baby carriages right past the elk on the lawn, probably 10 feet away.  I felt for that ranger, he had his work cut out for him as the elk moved their position and it was people who had to be herded, rather than elk.07-26-20hotspringsview207-26-20hotspringsscene07-26-20hotspringsgrazing07-26-20hotspringselkwander07-26-20hotspringsdistancing

There were hold-ups on the way back too.  A lone buffalo in the road that I had to pass just feet away from the car.  I didn’t get that picture.  Another lone buffalo was positioned perfectly for me to get out and get a picture and not be too close.  Karen told me that the males were keeping separate from the herd these days.  Soon it will be ‘rutt’ season and that is something to see she said.  I’m sure it is.  Nature, just carrying on…07-26-20hotspringsbuffalo207-26-20hotspringsbuffalo