Into week 22 of Project 365 and I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for following through. Though we’re not even close to the finish line so I’m not going to count chickens because I could flounder at some point. The more I participate, the more habit forming the project has become. And an enjoyable one at that. I’ve been using my Droid a lot lately now that Instagram has an Android app but still carry my big gun around with me more often than not. What source I use to shoot really depends on what I’m carrying and what I’m doing at the time I see something I want to capture.
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My cousin Carrie, who is more of a sister to me, came to visit from Germany with her son Owen while her hubby, was in military training in Texas. The last time I saw Owen, he was a peanut in a tiny dragon costume just getting his walking shoes on. Now, three years old, he’s turned into a moving machine; an actual human being with his own opinions, likes, dislikes and most importantly, he speaks. He’s so adorable. He’s my little man.
Before their arrival, Carrie told me that Owen was afraid of dogs. And not just a slight fear. He had more of a “pick me up, pick me up” panic fear of dogs, which could have put a chink in the plans of her visit because of course, I have TWO dogs. I knew that Georgia and Pippin could easily cause panic in him because they’re tall enough to be face to face with him, are black so their features could be hard to distinguish and they have hairy eyebrows, beards and moustaches making their features even less distinguishable. On the other side of things was the fact that Georgia and Pippin have never really had close encounters with little, squealing children so I needed to take extra precautions that they too would be okay. Georgia has always been admirably mother-like with all the puppies and kittens I’ve fostered in the past and Pippin, well, Pippin is so fly by the seat of his pants I didn’t think he’d have a problem. Still, better to be safe than sorry.
We agreed to have Owen meet the kids outside at my Dad’s house because his yard is large enough to provide a lot of distance for him while allowing him the ability to watch them play from the safety of the screened in porch. It wasn’t long before his tentative watching turned to curiosity and was fine with being carried around the yard with the dogs in tow. We knew things would go smoothly once he asked to throw the ball to the dogs while standing on his own two feet. Soon thereafter he was able to request “sit”, “down”, “no jumping” and I have to say, I was pretty proud of all three of them.
While Owen didn’t completely get over his unease when the kids came barreling in the house after going to the bathroom or when they barked at the goings on outside, he never really lost his comp0sure and for a three year old, that’s pretty darn good. And Georgia and Pippin did just as well. When Owen squealed, Georgia barked but never showed stress, aggression or any other adverse behavior. And she mostly directed her barks at me, as if to tell me that Owen was in need of something. Mother instincts? I’d say yes. Pippin allowed Owen to pull his hair, and even lean on his back. But that’s not a surprise to me. He’s one of the greatest dogs ever. Even the cats excelled with Owen.
I could take pictures of him every day, all day. He’s got such a beautiful face and great expressions. The camera, like everyone else who comes in contact with him, loves him.
Carrie, Andrea, Auntie C and Paul, the link to the full gallery will be emailed shortly. Hope you enjoy the images.
My little nephew Owen came to visit from Germany. The last time we all saw him, he was barely able to walk and couldn’t talk. Now he’s a little man with killer blue eyes and his own opinions.
Westfalia Fan 5-18-12
He, like so many others, LOVED Westly. For him, it was a play fort and he had such a good time tooting the horn.
Hoodsie Face 5-19-12
Soy Sauce Steam Bath 5-15-12
A chicken finger that looks like the rear view of a headless Venus de Milo. This has to top the potato chip shaped like Abe Lincoln, no? hehe
Boy in a Box 5-16-12
Boxes don’t just keep the cats occupied. I could photograph my nephew Owen all day (and pretty much did during his visits)
3 eggs, 3 bacon (well done), 2 saugages, home fries, french toast, coffee and grapefruit juice….the only thing I didn’t eat were the sausages. The rest was YUMMMMMY
My beautiful boy.
Cat in a Box
I could buy all kinds of fancy toys that wouldn’t get played with. Put down a giant box, cut some shapes out and voila, cats favorite toy.
Last weekend I had the opportunity to take my very first road trip with the Escape and my new Springbar tent.
The destination was Camp Taylor in Columbia, NJ. The trip took 5 1/2 hours and I loved every minute.
I met up with an amazing group of women who were all either long time members of Sisters on the Fly, the Atlantic side or newbies to the group like myself. Back in 2009 when I was looking into camping for the first time, I came across the Sisters, women with a love of the outdoors, camping, kayaking, fly fishing and much more and thought FINALLY, like minded women (though I’m not a fly fisher myself). I thought about joining but didn’t because the majority of the trips were in the mid-west.
Coincidentally, I had also been following the blog of Alison Turner , an amazing photographer who travels throughout the country with her dog, writing about her experiences and photographing the people she meets along the way; a true adventurer. She wrote about the Sisters back in 2010 and I got reacquainted with them. It wasn’t until the end of last year, after a rough period of family illnesses that I turned back to the Sisters and joined simply because I thought if I joined, it would encourage me to get out there and join them. To finally begin road tripping. Then maybe, I would find what I was looking for.
From what I had read about the Sisters, I knew they traveled solo with their vintage trailers living by their motto of “we have more fun than anyone”. The idea behind the Sisters is that the women get the chance to get away from it all, no husbands, no kids, no pets (what?) and concentrate solely on being kids themselves while relying on their own resources and being independent. The rules are bent on certain trips where kids (both the canine and human variety) as well as the husbands (affectionately known as the Mister Sisters) are welcomed.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect and leaving the kids behind was rough because I rarely go anywhere without them. I have to admit, I was a little nervous to walk into a group of people I didn’t know. My father thought I was nuts taking off and meeting up with a group that I had never met in “real life. I got in touch with Donna, of Donna’s Do Right Dogs (a friend and dog trainer/pet sitter). It was a load off my mind that I had her taking care of the kids while I was away. I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about them and that they were in the best of hands.
I arrived shortly after 4 p.m. and set up my tent by a creek that flowed to the campground pond.
When I registered at the front desk, the ranger gave me a pamphlet explaining that I was in bear country and that I was not to leave any food in my tent or any scented products like deodorant or toothpaste because to bears, any scents could be considered food and they would be likely to raid the tent. He told me that black bears are regular visitors.
So I turned the back of the Escape into my kitchen.
The first Sister that came to greet me was Sallianne. After only a few minutes, I felt like I had known her all my life. Soon after, Rody and Elizabeth came to pitch their tent next door and we got to talking. That’s how it was for the next two days. 23 women in total, from all walks of life, and conversation was easy among everyone.
Their vintage trailers and small rv’s were amazing and had me missing Westly (who has been more aptly named Westly the Fried Green Tomato). Each woman decked out her trailer with motif that best personified her.
When asked what I had brought for dinner, I told them about my freeze dried Mountain House food. Rody and Elizabeth would have me eat none of that. For breakfast on Saturday morning, they called me over to their campsite and made me an egg, cheese and bacon burrito with hot coffee. Rody said, “there’s no reason to not eat well just because you’re camping as long as you have fire”. At night, the feast was fit for Thanksgiving dinner and included everything from chicken curry to pulled pork and fried chicken. Each Sister made a dish with either a crock pot, dutch oven or grill. I was in awe (and heaven).
After breakfast on Saturday, some of us visited the Lakota Wolf Preserve. I can’t tell you how profound the experience was for me. To be that close to such wildness left me with goosebumps.
We were given a tour of the facility and near the end, our guide got the wolves to howl and it literally brought tears to my eyes. I’m not kidding. But I think one of the best things about staying at Camp Taylor, so close to the preserve, was hearing the wolves howl to each other, with no encouragement from humans, in the middle of the night. It was spectacular lying in my sleeping bag and listening to them.
Later that day, we headed to a wine tasting at Brook Hollow Winery. I know, can you believe it? Camping you say? Camping I say? Indeed, camping.
I selected wines to bring to Saturday night’s dinner because, heck, I couldn’t show up with a vat of freeze dried food. One of the wines benefited the wolf preserve so of course, I made sure to buy two of them.
And you know I had to get this image of the winery’s two dogs lying in the perfect patch of sunlight.
Sisters, thanks so much for welcoming a newbie with open arms. From the campfires to u-turns on major roadways, the trip was something I won’t soon forget. I haven’t laughed as much or as hard in a long time and I’m looking forward to getting together again down the road.