Just Do It!

I decided it had been long enough since I'd been out taking new photos, plus I'd been successful in donating blood earlier, and was now able to take the Extra Strength Excedrin again.  Whew.  I really should buy stock in that and Benadryl . . .

So, I took off again for Huffman MetroPark, and in a short 40 minutes, got some shots I'm more than a little happy with!  I really like the challenge of finding new ways to see things, especially when I manage to hold myself to taking pictures every day.

This was one of the first shots I took, and I almost stopped after I got it.  I'm glad I didn't though - this isn't my favorite for the day!

Changed the focal point a little to have more of the reflected sky and clouds in the frame.

I liked the part of the tree w/ the stripped bark - hadn't seen one that was yellow before.

I liked how the V of the fallen tree fit the intact tree, and that you can see the roots from the fallen tree.  I also like the different contrasts in colors and light and shadow.

There's a lot of greenery around, but this shot gives a slight idea of how gently the water was moving here.

I liked how the pieces of what appear to be part of a dock have survived, and that in contrast to the foliage nearby and reflected in the water.

Still not to the favorite picture for the day, but this is another one that's right up there.  We've had so many extremely sunny days with beautiful blue skies and cotton ball clouds that I HAD to get a couple of shots of it.

The flow of the water as it was disrupted by a small island .

I don't have a clue what this plant is, but I liked the spikey-ness.

THIS is my favorite shot of the day.  It's almost made me dizzy a couple of times I've looked at it as the ol' brain tries to figure out exactly what it is I'm looking at.  I think that's why I like it though - it requires some thought.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to capture the almost brush-like strokes of color changes in the water.  It turned out better than I'd hoped for.

And the final shot of the beautiful sky and cottony clouds - the sun highlighted the clouds perfectly.

I had almost convinced myself not to go out for new pics but to take another break.  I'm really glad I didn't because I don't know I'd have gotten the same shots on another day.  Now I'm more motivated to go out every day to take pictures.  The hard part now is deciding where to go!  There are so many great places around here for photographs that it's takes me longer to decide where to go than it does to take pics once I get there!  But it's been worth it - the self-imposed challenge has pushed some creative limits, and encouraged me to try different angles or perspectives I wouldn't have thought of before.

Time for a cold one!

Lest there be any confusion, let me state plainly that I do NOT like hot weather.  Nor apparently does hot weather like me.  I tend to get severe headaches when the temps start approaching the upper 80s, and if it's also humid, I live on Extra Strength Excedrin & Benadryl, and cold caffeine.

Since we've had the last several days in the 90s, I've been fighting headaches mostly with caffeine and chocolate.  I'd gladly pop the Excedrin, except I'm scheduled to donate blood tomorrow.  That means I'm not supposed to have anything w/ aspirin in it 48 hours prior to donating.  The headaches haven't been debilitating, but they are annoying.

So, in an effort to get my mind off the heat and humidity outside, I'm posting pictures from winters past, or snow storms, or ice storms.

When I took these first pics, I lived in a 3rd floor apartment.  I'm assuming the paw prints were left by squirrels.

This pic was taken through the window - I had to sequester the beasties before I could think of opening the patio door.

Yup, beasties were successfully sequestered, and I ventured outside for a few minutes.

This was taken at Mom's house later that same day - there was a lot of drifting snow . . .

I liked the way the snow stuck to the chimney, heavier in spots than in others.

I'd forgotten how much snow the pine trees could hold!

One of my friends has 5+ acres of land with their house, and one winter decided to build a small ice rink; the kids had a blast.  Unfortunately that winter, it only got cold enough for the rink a couple of times.

This is what frost on the grass looks like at 7 a.m. in October, up close.  It was too freaking early to be up, let alone shivering at a soccer tournament.

This is what the same frost on the grass looks like from a distance - more like a light dusting of snow!  I almost wished I was out there playing, just to help stay warm.

These last photos are from the ice storm in February of 2011.  The parking lot at the apartment was more like a skating rink than parking lot, and it took forever to clean off the car windows.  I think I turned the defrost on for at least 15 minutes before it started to melt any of the ice.

Yes, it was beautiful to look at, but it was treacherous to get around on.

I do believe I'm feeling cooler now.  It is time to make sure I get more fluids in me, along w/ another round of Benadryl . . . might have to hit the cold caffeine though . . . Diet Mt. Dew, I hope you're ice cold by now. 

Fun Campus Pics

Well, I am totally and completely blown away at the number of people who read my late Sunday evening post.  I'm glad, because it was much harder to write than I anticipated.  Actually, the writing was pretty easy - the editing of it was the tough part.  What to leave in, what to take out . . . agonizing decisions!

I'm not into agony, so I'm gonna have a little fun with today's post!  I'm using more pics from my trip to C2A2/Con-U today; some are nature shots, some artsy fartsy shots, and some because the subject made me laugh.

Spotted this sunny little flower on my Friday evening trek . . . I like how it seems to be floating in mid-air.

Apparently honeysuckle is invading everywhere!

I've only seen a few goldfinches in my backyard, so it was nice to have a chance to catch one with the camera.

I watched this bee on the thistle for a couple of minutes.  He must have been shy 'cause he wouldn't let me get different angles of him . . .

Loved the detail in the shadow on this one.

From this angle, it looks like the chapel spire is growing out of the trees; I don't remember seeing pics from this angle before . . . remember being the key word.

There were 3 pieces of wood like this grouped together.  They reminded me of the sun-bleached skulls/antlers depicted from the western deserts.

Pine cones already?  It isn't even technically summer and they're out!

The way these bins were lined up so precisely made me think of soldiers in formation (or robots in formation); I also like the way their shadows cross the painted lines on the asphalt.

Is it just me, or does it seem that this pine cone is floating?

 I liked the way this turned out; it's where the water from a fountain is hitting the water . . .

Does anyone else see a person's face on the left??  I didn't when I took the pic; I took it because of the curves and angles and the green against the blue . . .

I don't believe the intent of the artist was to frame the fire hydrant with the sculpture, but when I saw this, I HAD to get a shot of it.

I liked the reflection of the spire . . .

And one of the lilies blooming around the chapel.

Today, it's about enjoying what we see, and being thankful for the different types of beauty to be found when we look for it.

C2A2

I got to spend a wonderful couple of days in one of my favorite cities - Ann Arbor, MI.  And more specifically, a very special place that I've written about before - Concordia University - Ann Arbor.

C2A2 (it used to be Concordia College) is where I learned more about myself and what I was capable of than what was on the curriculum.  Not that I didn't learn what was on the curriculum, but what has stuck with me long after the textbooks were sold back were the life lessons.

When you choose a college 200 miles from home with a student population roughly the size of your graduating class (600), you would be hard pressed NOT to pick up on the life lessons.  Add to that the structure of the dormitories:  each of the 16 dorms has 8 suites; each suite has 2 rooms with a shared bathroom in between the two rooms.  Each room houses up to 2 students (with the occasional single occupant), for a maximum number of 32 students per dorm.  The more intimate dorm setting created a familial atmosphere, especially when the upperclassmen developed relationships with the underclassmen.

Students who lived on campus lived on either the east side (the ONLY sensible location in my humble opinion) or the west side.  Yes, that is a feud as fierce as that of the Hatfields and McCoys.  Whichever side you lived on, denizens of the other side paled in significance, credibility, talent, and taste.

I'll admit that might be just a bit of an exaggeration, but one of the first questions alumni ask each other is which side of campus they lived on!  In the grand scheme of things, it isn't important (and it really wasn't important when we were students, either), but it is a reference and a starting point for discussion.

Because the dorms are small, the evenings often allowed for time where upperclassmen mentored the underclassmen.  The regular schedule included dorm devos (devotions) three evenings a week at 10:00.  Each of the residents took turns leading devos, which included quite a bit of singing and a short Biblical lesson, closing with prayer.  For some, it was an almost painful new experience to lead devos while others seemed to take to it quite naturally.  Regardless, it was a growth opportunity and experience for everyone.  We also had the flexibility of different types of devos:  kidnap devos (show up at someone else's dorm before 10:00 and grab them to come to YOUR devos); blind date devos (basically you told your roommate who you wanted your blind date to be); and friend devos (invite a friend to come to your devos) are the ones that come immediately to mind.  It was a nice way to wind down the day, surrounded by people you knew and trusted, praising God and sharing in faith.

Don't get me wrong; not all was light and fluff or without drama or incident.  Although it was a dry campus, there were those who knew where to hide cans (NOT bottles) of beer to keep them cold for celebratory times; I've heard of these people, but don't know that I personally met them.  ;-)
Dorms were not co-ed, to the point that only a few times a year could a member of the opposite sex be in the room legally, and according to some specific rules (all feet on the floor at all times!).  Imagine that in a dorm with two levels, the members of the opposite sex were not allowed to knock on the doors of the upstairs rooms for many years (I am happy to say that changed while I was a student).  Yes, sometimes the rules were irritating and seemed irrelevant, and we found ways to not get caught breaking some of them.

Our "buzzer" system - each button was for one of the suites; each person in the suite was assigned either 1, 2, 3, or 4 buzzes and that info was posted by the external buzzers (shown above) and the internal buzzers which were next to the phones.  As one of the alum posted on Facebook:  "Remember when being buzzed meant someone was there to see you?"

But we also learned what it meant to be there for a friend who just found out one of their grandparents died, or whose brother was killed in a freak accident.  We learned what happens when  unnecessary chances are taken, like swimming in the Huron River.  We learned that we all do things we shouldn't, but we all need someone who cares about us and loves us.

Another piece of art in the chapel - the pipe organ.  What an amazing instrument, and  how amazing to watch those who had the skill to work the pedals and the stops in addition to the keyboard.

One of my favorite memories of living on campus was learning about the stained glass in the chapel.  I've always loved the look of stained glass, and the colors of the glass in the chapel are amazing.  It's not "just" beautiful artwork however.  The symbolism of different sections reflect church history, different fields of study (sciences, literature, math, the arts), but the doors are my favorite symbolic pieces.  The doors on the east side of the chapel were originally meant to be the entrance doors, with the west side doors the exit doors.  The scene depicted on the eastern doors is that of Jesus' baptism and the beginning of his ministry.  The scene on the western doors is that of the "Great Commission" - Matthew 28:19-20.

When one of the Concordia Alumni started a group page on Facebook, not much was going on for a while.  That changed with the posting of a single comment, and the floodgates opened.  At the time of that comment, there were 32 members of the group; within a month or so, there were several hundred!  We started sharing a lot of memories and trying to reconnect friends who'd been out of touch for years.  That led to the suggestion for a reunion, and as a result of the suggestion, 10 of us met in Ann Arbor this past Saturday.

While it was a small reunion, we did have a lot of fun.  We toured the restored Manor (had to be in and out before a wedding and reception being held there), walked a bit around central campus, then went to what was the cafeteria in our day and ordered Domino's Pizza!  I know we tipped the delivery guy much better than when we were students.  We told a few stories of activities we may or may not have participated in, implicated a few who weren't there in some activities, and laughed an awful lot.  And you know, I don't think we cared who had lived on what side of campus; we were just glad to see each other and catch up!

After the pizza, we watched a movie put together by one of our group, Kurt Kolka, who had provided a comic strip for the school newspaper.  He and some friends had taken some of the stories and filmed them with students as the actors.  It was fun to see some of our former classmates and professors (as I will always remember them), as well as the Ann Arbor of that time.  Kurt has kept up his comic strip and continues to create "The Cardinal" weekly.  I love getting the e-mail each Sunday with the comic strip included.

Next year marks the 50th anniversary of the school (groundbreaking was in April 1962; first classes were in September 1963), and I hope we can have a reunion that sets the tone for all future reunions.

But for now, I'll leave you with my musings, and a photo of our group leaving the chapel to return to the world with the words of the Great Commission in mind.

"Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.  And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."