Yoga – South Haven, MI
I was alone in the early morning, taking a leisurely stroll along the shores of Lake Michigan. I heard the voice long before I saw it. The voice was powerful, commanding, authoritative, demanding … everything I was trying to escape this beautiful morning.
As I rounded the bend, I found the source of the noise pollution … a yoga class. The instructor sounded like an Army drill sergeant, the class responding crisply to each “command”. The lone man in the back looked like he was dragged there against his will.
I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing.
Thought for the Day: Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. Jane Austen
Hotel Astoria – final image
In St. Petersburg, Russia I found the Hotel Astoria very interesting. The bright red awnings caught my eye, and then I noticed the main streets on both sides leading to domed buildings topped with spires. It took less than a minute to capture the scene on my camera, but several hours of post-processing to create the final image.
Thought for the Day: You don’t take a photograph, you make it. Ansel Adams
Veteran’s Day – Memorial Park
Created in 1948, and dedicated by President Harry Truman, Omaha’s Memorial Park was originally built to commemorate the sacrifices made by veterans in the first and second World War. Since then it has become a tribute to all men and women, past and present, that have served in the armed forces.
Thought for the Day: As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. John F. Kennedy
There wasn’t much free time to explore St. Petersburg on foot. But, one time the bus stopped 3-4 blocks from our destination; I felt liberated to see things on my own terms.
I caught this beautiful reflection of an old building in the window of a rare modern steel and glass office building. The old building turned out to be the current location of the Vaganova Academy of Russian Ballet.
Established as the Imperial Ballet School in 1738, the school was originally housed in the Winter Palace, which is now the site of The Hermitage Museum.
Thought for the Day: No one dances sober, unless he is insane. Cicero
One exceptionally clear morning I caught Mt. Baker during sunrise. I was staying in a vacation home on San Juan Island and happened to crawl out of bed in time for this shot.
At 10,781′, Mt. Baker is the third highest peak in Washington state. It’s part of the Cascade Mountain Range and lies 31 miles due east of Bellingham, WA. That makes the mountain approximately 60 miles from where I stood.
The only thing missing in this shot is a breaching whale in the foreground.
Thought for the Day: The grand show is eternal; it is always sunrise somewhere. John Muir
Lithuania Guest House
Outside a small village near Klaipeda, Lithuania is a working farm that appears to be of a bygone era. The scene is idyllic, almost make believe, like stepping back in time.
A small stream cuts through the low-lying pastures that feed the one horse and one cow. The fields are cultivated with a plow pulled by the horse. The cow provides milk. The surrounding forests provide wood for fencing, building and wood burning stove. Toilets are modern flush toilets, but in out-buildings. The main house has electricity and a satellite dish on the roof.
The photo shows the aging couples’ guest house for relatives and visitors.
Thought for the Day: Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you’re a thousand miles from a cornfield. Dwight D. Eisenhower
Omaha – Mixed Bag
Des Moines – Coordinated
Halloween is right around the corner.
The family Halloween party was a little different this year; i.e. held in two locations. What was typical and expected about the party was the Des Moines group won the best-costume prize … AGAIN … as usual … as always.
Omaha was a mixed bag of good efforts, like the grand kids in full costumes, and lame efforts, like the adults’ funny hats.
The Des Moines family went to great lengths to be creative and revel in the spirit of Halloween.
Thought for the Day: Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today, it’s called golf. Will Rogers