Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Family camp
Friday night we played on the slide. My girl is in the far left lane.
Why let little brother play when she can block his way?
Saturday morning, the vertical playground opened. The first step was to dress for the occasion with an orange hat and a safety harness.
Properly secured, he started up the swinging cactus pole .
This is the whole tower. My little one is somewhere amid the tires.
There is his smiling face, working his way through the tires.
This young lady made it to the top on her second attempt. She is standing on the obstacle that stopped her the first time.
That bar he is leaning on is actually a swing, suspended from each end, but able to move around when he tries to mount it. If only he were tall enough, he could just reach up and grab the cargo net.
After he figured out the swing, he started up the cargo net, only to wonder how to find his way into the chimney.
Something worked, as I found him in this box.
At the top is a bell to ring. He rang it three times on Saturday.
The weather was not the best for swimming, but then once I was in the water I was all wet. The rain did not bother me at all. I like swimming in the rain.
I really did take both my children with me. One of them chose younger company than her mother. She had fun hanging out with her friends.
Just checking to see what my camera can do.
It takes pictures at night too.
Why let little brother play when she can block his way?Saturday morning, the vertical playground opened. The first step was to dress for the occasion with an orange hat and a safety harness.
Properly secured, he started up the swinging cactus pole .This is the whole tower. My little one is somewhere amid the tires.There is his smiling face, working his way through the tires.
This young lady made it to the top on her second attempt. She is standing on the obstacle that stopped her the first time.That bar he is leaning on is actually a swing, suspended from each end, but able to move around when he tries to mount it. If only he were tall enough, he could just reach up and grab the cargo net.
After he figured out the swing, he started up the cargo net, only to wonder how to find his way into the chimney.
Something worked, as I found him in this box.
At the top is a bell to ring. He rang it three times on Saturday.
The weather was not the best for swimming, but then once I was in the water I was all wet. The rain did not bother me at all. I like swimming in the rain.
I really did take both my children with me. One of them chose younger company than her mother. She had fun hanging out with her friends.
Just checking to see what my camera can do.
It takes pictures at night too.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
What we learn from our parents
When there is a new road, walk on it.
Early in the morning.
Before it opens to traffic.
If the Mead you want is the high school, it is in the other direction.
Early in the morning.Before it opens to traffic.If the Mead you want is the high school, it is in the other direction. My father loved cars.
My mother took pictures of everything.
Keep a car long enough, and it becomes a classic. Keep anything long enough, and it becomes a treasure.
I am not sure how thrifty this auto really is.
My father loved the Indianapolis 500. I am sure he watched this pace car go in circles in 1978.
I like the story this one implies.
Some cars are born classics.
If they would move the tents, the traffic jam would go away.
Every photographer has a point of view.
My mother took pictures of everything.
Keep a car long enough, and it becomes a classic. Keep anything long enough, and it becomes a treasure.
I am not sure how thrifty this auto really is.
My father loved the Indianapolis 500. I am sure he watched this pace car go in circles in 1978.
I like the story this one implies.
Some cars are born classics.
If they would move the tents, the traffic jam would go away.
Every photographer has a point of view.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Swimming a long bridge
Morning comes early. Yesterday, I was up before the sun.
Climbing over mountains makes the sun rise several times.
Finally it decided to stay in the sky.
The locals were wondering what all the fuss was about. I am guessing that my sister keeps walking by one of these green ladies on her walks.
We all have a favorite subject to shoot in varying settings. My brother likes a tree. Mine is more portable.
This is the short bridge. We let trains use it all day. There were lots of trains.
This crew is waiting for something. Maybe we should tell them the swim starts on another beach.
Every swimmer was issued a bag for shoes and clothes, and in my case my camera, car keys and cell phone. The boy scouts loaded them in a truck at the start, sorted them and passed them back to swimmers at the end. Thank you boy scouts.
A marked woman.
I cannot imagine doing the distance with a noodle, but these ladies did.
This little one was eating bugs while we sat in her territory waiting for the safety meeting and the buses.
Finally the buses showed up and we listened to a chat about how fun the event is, and how young and old and far away people do it every year. We were asked to be nice to the beach where we enter the water, since the private homeowners are letting us all trespass over their land.
There seems to be some construction on the way onto the long bridge.
Off in the distance somewhere is the finish. We were accompanied by quite a flotilla of kayaks, a few Coast Guard Auxiliary and Sheriff boats. The kayaks were among the swimmers, and would take tired or cold swimmers to the powerboats for a quick ride ashore should the need arise. I am happy to say that I did not see any kayaks after the start. 
A little over an hour later, after I claimed my things I could take pictures again. I am sure I did not look much different than these swimmers coming in for a landing.
Off in the distance is the start. There were quarter mile markers on the bridge, then someone said there were 10 of those pilings to count the rest of the way in. I did see the mile markers, but I did not count pilings.
Time does not stop until one reaches the sand. Those bright orange buoys are just there for visibility. Under the blue tent, one could adopt a dog to take home.
The sophisticated timing system involved handing each swimmer a card when he or she reached the beach. Someone else was punching the button on a recording stopwatch. The card had a number on it which indicated overall finish place. Two steps later, another person took the card back and recorded the number on the swimmer's hand and cap on the card. These fine folks sorted the cards and took them to an RV where the guy with the computer made sense of all the data and generated results sheets for us.
Trains frequent the shorter bridge to the east of the long one. We had lots of trains and boats to escort us.
At the end of the day, numbers show up on the back of the RV where the number crunchers live. Any finish is a good one in my book.
I had a great time. Those who finished faster found lots of food under a tent on the beach. Unfortunately for those who finished later, we ate all of it. After cheering for a few of the swimmers who finished after me, and eating my share of the goodies (two cups of blueberries, an ice cream cone, a cup of trail mix, several cookies and a few cups of gatorade) I walked a mile or so back to my car. I am looking forward to swimming this one again next year.
Climbing over mountains makes the sun rise several times.
Finally it decided to stay in the sky.
The locals were wondering what all the fuss was about. I am guessing that my sister keeps walking by one of these green ladies on her walks.
We all have a favorite subject to shoot in varying settings. My brother likes a tree. Mine is more portable.
This is the short bridge. We let trains use it all day. There were lots of trains.
This crew is waiting for something. Maybe we should tell them the swim starts on another beach.
Every swimmer was issued a bag for shoes and clothes, and in my case my camera, car keys and cell phone. The boy scouts loaded them in a truck at the start, sorted them and passed them back to swimmers at the end. Thank you boy scouts.
A marked woman. 
I cannot imagine doing the distance with a noodle, but these ladies did.
This little one was eating bugs while we sat in her territory waiting for the safety meeting and the buses.
Finally the buses showed up and we listened to a chat about how fun the event is, and how young and old and far away people do it every year. We were asked to be nice to the beach where we enter the water, since the private homeowners are letting us all trespass over their land.
There seems to be some construction on the way onto the long bridge.Off in the distance somewhere is the finish. We were accompanied by quite a flotilla of kayaks, a few Coast Guard Auxiliary and Sheriff boats. The kayaks were among the swimmers, and would take tired or cold swimmers to the powerboats for a quick ride ashore should the need arise. I am happy to say that I did not see any kayaks after the start. 
A little over an hour later, after I claimed my things I could take pictures again. I am sure I did not look much different than these swimmers coming in for a landing.
Off in the distance is the start. There were quarter mile markers on the bridge, then someone said there were 10 of those pilings to count the rest of the way in. I did see the mile markers, but I did not count pilings.
Time does not stop until one reaches the sand. Those bright orange buoys are just there for visibility. Under the blue tent, one could adopt a dog to take home.
The sophisticated timing system involved handing each swimmer a card when he or she reached the beach. Someone else was punching the button on a recording stopwatch. The card had a number on it which indicated overall finish place. Two steps later, another person took the card back and recorded the number on the swimmer's hand and cap on the card. These fine folks sorted the cards and took them to an RV where the guy with the computer made sense of all the data and generated results sheets for us.
Trains frequent the shorter bridge to the east of the long one. We had lots of trains and boats to escort us.
At the end of the day, numbers show up on the back of the RV where the number crunchers live. Any finish is a good one in my book.
I had a great time. Those who finished faster found lots of food under a tent on the beach. Unfortunately for those who finished later, we ate all of it. After cheering for a few of the swimmers who finished after me, and eating my share of the goodies (two cups of blueberries, an ice cream cone, a cup of trail mix, several cookies and a few cups of gatorade) I walked a mile or so back to my car. I am looking forward to swimming this one again next year.
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