August 22, 2009
Saturday Photography
I had a fabulous day filled with many opportunities for taking photographs. Some of today’s favorites:

My Doodlebug

"Tree Horse"

Almost Five

Blue, Berries

Bumblebee

Driveway Art

Sunflower

Farmer's Market Flowers
I had a fabulous day filled with many opportunities for taking photographs. Some of today’s favorites:

My Doodlebug

"Tree Horse"

Almost Five

Blue, Berries

Bumblebee

Driveway Art

Sunflower

Farmer's Market Flowers
On Tuesday, my husband celebrated his 39th birthday for the third year in a row. Yes, that means he’s really…. can I say how old he is on the blog, because he threatened to tell people I have gray hair at 30. Ooh, I’m scared. Considering I’ve already blogged about my getting gray hair much earlier than I’d like to admit, I figure telling the internet he’s 41 is fair game.
To celebrate Doug’s birthday we went on a family fishing trip. Doug loaded and hitched the boat and we dropped anchor on the Wisconsin River at Galecki Park near our house. After slathering on a ton of sunscreen we settled in for some line fishing. Okay, I didn’t fish, because that whole thing is not my bag. I read a book and took photos while Doug and Dawson waited patiently for the fish to bite.
The weather was gorgeous, around 75 degrees and not too humid. The sun was shining, with a few clouds here and there, and a light breeze swept the air. We had a marvelous time. And three hours later, just before we had decided to go back to the dock, an amazing thing happened:

Dawson caught his first fish, a walleye, and he was beyond excited! He was so happy and so proud of his accomplishment. Doug and I were so proud, too!
Doug helped him cast the line, and showed him how to jig, and after many long moments of waiting and a few snags, suddenly something pulled on his line. Dawson didn’t even realize it was a fish at first. He thought he had another snag. But Doug instructed him to reel in his line, and Dawson was so excited when he realized he had to fight the fish into the boat.
“Daddy! It’s a strong fish! Help!”
Doug told him to keep reeling, and once the fish was out of the water he helped Dawson get him into the boat for a picture. The smile on our son’s face was so magical, and so priceless. I was so happy for him. Dawson couldn’t wait to tell his grandpas about his first catch. We took a little video to remember the occasion:
(Please ignore my husband’s attempt to ignore the camera. He hates pictures, and always looks so crabby on video. He’s really NOT a serial killer, even though he looks like one in this vid.)
More fishing photos here.
Over the last few months I’ve had the pleasure of seeing several birds outside my dining room window. I wanted to post these photos ages ago, but I was too lazy to upload to flickr. I’m blaming pregnancy for that, too. Heck, I’m blaming pregnancy for a lot of things. Truth be told, bird watching sort of calms me. There’s just something about these delicate creatures that makes me happy. Here are a few of my favorite photos:

Every morning, since late March, this little bird comes to visit us. She flies into our dining room window several times (lightly so she doesn’t hurt herself) and then perches on the windowsill outside, peeking into our home. It’s so darn funny. Dawson and I get such a kick out of her when she plays peek-a-boo. She never lets me get close enough to get a good photo of her.

Cute little bird, isn’t she? (Or he? I think it’s a she…) When she’s not flying into my window, she’s playing peek-a-boo when she sits on the windowsill.

Playing Peek-a-Boo. I see you, Little Bird. When she’s not playing peek-a-boo, she flies to the other side of the house and craps on my car. I think she’s ticked that I won’t let her in the house.

Mr. Cardinal stays at a distance. He’s quite handsome, yes? I happened to get this shot while waiting for my Little Bird Friend to perch herself on the windowsill so I could get a close-up. Dawson ran to the window and scared the bird poop out of her.
After taking these photos we headed to the store for bird seed and hummingbird nectar. My in-laws told me the hummingbirds should be migrating soon, and I’ve been watching that feeder daily. So far I haven’t seen any hummingbirds, but I know they must be around because the nectar is half full. I’ll have to pay closer attention I think.
Any readers out there that are bird watchers, too?


Last Friday at work, my co-worker said the naughty ‘S’ word. It seems our local television meteorologist forecasted a misting of that fluffy white stuff.
That’s right. Snow.
I’m not ready for winter yet. I miss summer very much. Hell, I miss fall very much. I didn’t get to take as many fall foliage photos as I wanted because I was so busy with all my commitments at work and at home.
Anyway, I had this clever idea to use “Reverse Snowology.” Don’t steal that phrase my friends, I’m trade-marking it.
Reverse Snowology is when you say aloud, “Oh, gee! I’d really love it if it would SNOW!” The idea is that saying those words will trick Mother Nature and then it will not snow.
It seems that whenever I say I DO NOT want snow, it always manages to cover my front lawn. I thought my Reverse Snowolgy thing was clever, and that it would, you know, WORK.
But alas, it snowed. Thankfully it melted less than an hour later.





