fields of gold

Voit Field - Madison

One of those places that I drive by all of the time. A farm, right in the middle of town. 

They used to have cows here, who would sometimes get out of their fences, and wander out into the street. And there would be a carnival set up in this field every summer, where we would all congregate on warm summer nights, ride the rides, meet up with our friends, and try to win all the cool prizes. 

They still plant corn here each year, even though it's no longer an active farm. And the house now stands empty.

I drive by this at all different times of day and night, and always enjoy the light here.

Since they harvested the corn late this year, the field is now often full of geese, resting and eating on their way south for the winter.

Our little taste of the country, right here in town.

feeding the ducks

Tenney Park in Madison, with my grandma and grandpa... my little brother and I, with a bag full of bread crumbs... feeding the ducks. 

Such a simple thing, going to the park, tossing out the bread crumbs, and squealing with delight when the ducks would come gathering around us. 

My grandparents took us to the park all of the time. We would watch the boats pass through the locks from one lake to the other. We'd wave to the boaters and smile when they'd wave back. 

We'd walk all around the park, and up and over all of the bridges. 

And grandpa would pick up stones, and show us how to skip them on the water.

a new beginning

So, I've been neglectful of many things this past year, including this blog. Not that I ever stopped taking photos, but in sharing them, and putting thoughts to images.
I've been fortunate this year to be witness to a pair of nesting red-tailed hawks, as they carried twigs and built their new home; watching them nearly every day as they soar, hunt, and feed, and continued to create their nest.
And just recently, I was treated to the calls of their juvenille young hawk(s) as they call to mom and dad to bring them food. "Scree!" "Scree!" Here is one young hawk, feeding on a small squirrel. So close, and so completely unafraid of me or my camera.

I'm so lucky they call my neighborhood 'home'.

history lesson

Several months ago, my cousin (second-cousin, half-cousin, something like that) lost her grandma. I didn't know this woman, but she was the wife of my mom's half-brother. Yes, it's kind of confusing, but grandpa had been married before he met my grandma. Anyway, we learned that her family was having an estate sale at the house, because they didn't have a need for some of her furniture and so on. I wondered if there would be anything in the house that might remind me of my own grandpa, or of my mom's brother. And so we went.

I do love old objects that feel like they've seen a lot of history. I have an old round wall-mirror from my great grandma's house, it hangs above my dresser. And I recently baked some pies for the holidays, and I always like the feel of my grandma's rolling pin when I'm making a pie crust. The wood is so smooth and well-worn. It's one of my very favorite things.

Anyway, at the estate sale, we found quite a collection of antique lamps. Several beautiful desk and floor lamps in Tiffany-style, which I could only wish I had a place for, and then this little beaded antique lamp that I fell in love with.

Strangely enough, just before finding this, a photographer friend of mine had posted some beautiful detailed photos of a similar lamp, and some lighting effects she had used. I knew I had to have this lamp.

And after playing with my camera, and the sunlight coming in through a window one afternoon, thinking of my relatives who had looked at this the same way, I know that I'm happy to have kept this little piece of history in the family.

(as always, click photos to enlarge them)

another new year

Hanging out on New Year's Eve, with one of my oldest friends, and thinking about making resolutions. The last few years I've resolved to do things like 'laugh more,' along with all of the usual 'be healthier' ones. Laughing more was a really great goal, and I'm glad to say that I think I did. This year I think I'm going to give myself permission. Permission to do what I want, and not to do things I don't want to do.

I turned 45 recently, and you know what, I'm old enough now. I can do whatever I want. This is truly the mid-point of my life, I mean who really gets to live past 90 years old? I can decide to be happy. I can take some chances. I can try things. I can even fail, if it comes to that. And I will give myself permission for that too. I've never been good at trying things where I don't know the outcome, I'm really not a good risk-taker. I hate to lose, or to do poorly, or to fall. 

I can... no, I will live my life today, now, right this moment. I'm so tired of waiting for something to happen, for things to go the way I want, for that elusive 'happiness' to find me. Darn it, no one is in charge of this ride but me, and I need to let myself drive. 

Anyway, this is a photo blog. So here are some photos you've never seen. A photo opportunity that presented itself just over a year ago now, actually. A chance that I took, and which didn't really hit the mark. But it was such a great experience. I learned so much, and I don't just mean technically, with a new wide-angle lens that I really just wanted an excuse to buy, but about putting one foot forward. One small step. 

Here's to a great New Year... one step at a time. 

in-studio with Michael and Heather

(as always, click photos to enlarge them)

heirlooms

heirloom: (noun) a family possession handed down from one generation to the next; (adjective) being an old variety that is cultivated again.

This is a post about history, and my flowers, but first I should explain a little about my house. I live in my grandparent's house. They built it, back in the '40s. I love that. My grandma and grandpa originally lived in the house next door, and my lot was their garden. Then the city wanted to develop this neighborhood, so they told them to build a house here. In my basement, we found my grandpa's book "how to build a bungalow" which he used to build this house. So, two houses, next door to one another, and they put them both up for sale. The other house sold first, so my grandparents, my mom, and her sister, all moved into this house. This is where my mom grew up, until she graduated from high school and married my dad. Grandma and grandpa lived here all of their married lives, until he died in '83. I rented the house from my grandma for several years, after she fell and had to go to a nursing home, and then I bought the house after she passed away in '03. I love living here, because I can feel them both here, and I love the feel of the history in the house itself. I've tried not to change too many things, so it still looks and feels like the home I remember as a little kid. Sure, my stuff is here, but I'm just a caretaker of sorts.

In my yard I have flowers that have always been here. Tulip bulbs that my grandma planted, I've made sure they are replanted every year, and they come up faithfully for me every spring. Sometimes the squirrels mess with me, and I get a tulip in the middle of the yard, but if it is yellow or pink, I know it's one of grandma's, and I smile. And I have these fantastic gigantic peonies in the back yard. Both white and pink. Or at least I used to. This year, for some reason, I only have the white ones.

I think the bunnies liked the pink ones so much, that they burrowed beneath them, and killed my flowers. And this just breaks my heart.

I know these peonies are "heirloom" to no one but me, but I love the darn things. They're high maintenance, they have to be caged just to keep them upright, and they last for such a brief moment in time; but when they are in bloom, they are enormous and lacy and glorious, and they smell fantastic. And, most importantly, they remind me of my grandparents.

summer night

This past weekend was a really good one. It had elements of all my favorite things: friends, family, food, live music, and of course lots of things to photograph. Friday night I was fortunate to get to hear one of my favorite bands play here in town, and I shot some photos of their show. It was a gorgeous warm night, and sometimes on nights like that I frequently just drive around with my cameras. As I was leaving the club and wandering around the Capitol square, I rolled to a stop, and shot this one out the car window.

This city is so beautiful at night.