Free Ranging It

Some of the parks are finally opening in Michigan. They are only open a few hours a day, for a few days a week for now. I personally think this is horrible but as one of many captors I am grateful for any reprieve right now. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time for them to “ramp up” the lockdowns again until their agenda of a global socialist regime becomes the norm. Anyone fighting them now? Not many. Most are too “conditioned.”

I’ve been out a few times now with my camera. Snapping shots of whatever catches my eye. I think I missed most of the water lilies for now. It was a beautiful view across the lake when these shots were taken. There are more people than I usually see since we all have such a short window of time in which to enjoy this park.

The first day there were excited wildlife running all around. Not sure they enjoyed all the human intrusion after many months of being free from our species. I think this chipmunk was running to tell his friends of the impending invasion.

This guy was about to cross the road. I wonder if it’s the same one I had to take out of the road here a couple years back?

The gardens were not up to the normal standards due to their annuals being planted much later than they should have been. There were a few perennials to see but the woods were beautiful! I didn’t take the full drive this time because of increased pedestrian traffic. It was my understanding that the trails were open & normally this is where the foot traffic is so the cars are not impeded.

Sorry for the redundancy, but I do love Japanese Iris!

Praying everyone is doing OK in these very difficult & challenging times. God bless you all. Peace out.

There’s a Kind of Hush

All over the World….

I was so much in love with Herman of the Herman’s Hermit’s when I was 14. I wrote him a love letter when I was only 13. Probably went something like “I love you, please wait for me” since I had never even kissed a boy & was just out of my training bra.

By the next year Herman’s Hermits were coming to Detroit in concert. I just had to meet Herman. I broke out in an excited sweat when I saw that there was to be a press conference for the Hermits consisting mostly of school kids interviewing them for their school newspaper before their concert to which my friend & I were attending. I begged my grams, who worked for the Editor at the Detroit Free Press, to talk to Loraine Alterman a reporter for their teen/entertainment page to see if she could get me into that venue. I used to go down to the paper during summer vacation once in a while & met various photographers & reporters. It was so exciting.

Loraine not only got me in, but let me write a byline about the experience for their page by posting it as a “letter.” She was great & such a sweet person too, always smiling. She ended up writing for Rolling Stone which is where she met her future husband Peter Boyle in 1977 til his death in 2006. He was a wonderful actor & must have been a great guy too. Supposedly John Lennon was their best man at the wedding. Small world. I used to hang with someone that John got released from jail many years ago, as well Yoko Ono was one of my first followers, coincidentally, on Twitter years ago when I only posted my art & photography.

Man…name dropping like hell right now but it really is a small world.

Fast forward 40 years… I hear that Peter Noone was going to be the headline at the Dearborn Homecoming, which is what they call their summer festival. I knew he might want some of the photos I had of the group so I decid to go up there before the show one hot August night. I was dressed like a sweaty slob & no makeup & told someone at the stage I wanted to drop off the photos for Peter so I could just go home to my air conditioning.

You know how badly the thrill was gone for me to do that? If I was in my right “fan-girl” mind I would have put on my nicest outfit, fixed my hair & done my makeup but no. I just go over to “drop off some photos with one of his people.” So I get there my plan all set & his stage hand says…”NO…stay for the show & give it to him yourself afterwards. So I stay for the show & thoroughly enjoyed it too, but it might have been the heat stroke.

Peter was prepared for autographs & a meet & greet with his fans behind a table that I soon approached with my folder of 8 X 10’s which I told him I wanted him to have. He was in a hurry, opened the folder & started to sign his autograph “Herman” for me. I stopped him saying “no these are for you to keep.” He said that he appreciated it but asked if I could send them digitally to him instead so he wrote his email address on the folder, which I still have because after all it’s still an autograph. The next day I emailed the photos & he thanked me & that was that.

Now if I was still a “fan-girl” how great would that be to have your crush’s personal email address! I was laughing to myself thinking OMG, what I wouldn’t have given for this kind of access to him 40 years ago. I actually thought he’d gotten better looking as he matured.

Hope you enjoy a song that he & his daughter Natalie sing every year at the UK Unity Telethon called “The Angels Are Crying in Heaven Tonight.” The refrain states that the angels are crying because they can’t understand why we can’t find the light. I can’t either.

A Day in May

May is normally my favorite month. This year I am “sweltering” in place as ordered & only go out when I need to so far. If my governor extends this any further than the end of May, I will be among the next group protesting & by then there will be many.

In the mean time I will try not to bitch though this is a screen capture of my post on Facebook today. When I took early retirement I moved to a small town in the middle of a nice tourist area of Michigan with lots of lakes in the Irish Hills. This “lockdown” is not working out for me. For any of us.

Meanwhile I found this Very appropriate poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Remember that God works in mysterious ways & is not mocked. Also remember that “Karma is a patient gangsta’!” Don’t fear. It effects God’s power working in you.

Always love.

Have a blessed evening. Remember to pray & never give up. The people have always had the power in love. Love & Faith can move mountains.

Call Your Mom

If that’s even an option for you. Life is fragile & fleeting & the future of our entire world has never been more unpredictable.

Interesting….

The same people that have been promoting abortion for many years are the same people who won’t let you see your mom this year.

I am going to forgo the usual political bitch fest and post some vintage pictures of my mother today beginning with the youngest to her becoming a mother. I’m the oldest of 6 children, all with the same father if you can believe that. That used to be a thing. Getting married & having children & staying married to the same man, for better or worse.

Guess which one it usually was?

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers. Being a mother has been the most joyful & fulfilling experience of my life. Where there is love, children are a blessing.

Hope your day is great even if you can’t be with your child this year for one reason or another.

MOM
Mom with her mother dressed in Cantonese style in the garden.
Mom holding circa 1930’s Skookum Indian Doll.
Mom & cousin Ralph used to go with their families to visit our Canadian relatives regularly.