We were at Dinner Island WMA on Sunday afternoon, driving around with our friends Randy and Kathy, when through the cattle pasture we heard this high pitched noise. Eventually we came up to the two bulls making the noise, in the midst of what seemed like a territory war of some sort, or maybe one was miffed the other took his gal. Who knows, but it was hilarious to watch them! Check out the puffs of steam coming out of his mouth—see it was cold here! Lots of throwing of dirt…it was great entertainment!
The photo challenge is up over at Meghan’s blog: Strangers on the Street. I know there are at least two people who read that I could persuade to participate….Robin and Eliana. ooh, and Shelly. There really aren’t any rules other than to break out of a rut and try something new. I’d say use whatever camera you’ve got and try being creative. We’re trying to put together something weekly, so hopefully it’ll work out.
I’ve got more reverse lens stuff to post later today…stay tuned!
I got a wild hair last night. I decided to try reversing my lens. Chris actually bought a mount for this awhile back and has played around with it, but I never did. I wasn’t even taking photos last night, was actually working on an uber large quilt (more on that in a minute), but I saw these…
You really need a lot of light for this so I put some lights on it and turned my ISO to 1600. If you have a mount, you could probably get away with it being lower or if you had a tripod, but the depth of field is so tight in this, you really can’t shake all that much.
What I did:Used this link on MCP Actions, that I saw a few months ago. It’s like instant macro without a good macro lens. And the bokeh is groovy, too. I tried it on the cats but they moved too much, but the ones that I did get showed some awesome, tiny hairs! My goal is to get a closeup of one of their eyes.
Good Things for Today
–Meghan is going to be hosting a little photo critique/contest of sorts very, very soon. In fact, you should actually subscribe to her blog because I have a feeling it will be a great up and coming photography blog. She’s got a fire lit under her—good things are coming her way! She also has a little giveaway that is super simple to enter. Try it!
–An interview with a photographer that is new to me, Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir. Yeah, I can’t pronounce that, but it is a great 30 minute bit.
As for the sewing thing, I am on a mission to finish a massive t-shirt quilt of all of my college shirts. Or the ones I salvaged. Sewing large quilts is probably not the best idea; I don’t know why I came up with it. It’s going to be hard! I also have to work on another quilt for the new niece, who’s new name I am resisting because she was Abigail in my head for almost two months before I was told they changed it. The tiny, unborn person already had a name and identity and now I’m having a hard time thinking of her any other way. I wonder if the only aunt has any persuasion in that matter? I doubt it! hah! Don’t forget—->only aunt!!! The one who will spoil her rotten and let her stay up late and eat all the junk food in the world and go on shopping sprees…!!! 😉
Still working through others photos but I am in the midst of some things around here, too, so here’s to hoping for more writing this week.
Chris had found some old wood during a hike awhile back, probably at least a year ago if not more, and it had been laying around. Before Christmas we decided we were going to buy ourselves a Christmas present in the form of a photograph from a local photographer we both like, Paul Marcellini. We ordered the photo and he picked it up from him on Christmas Day, but we didn’t have the frame yet.
The past few weeks Chris has been working away, making a mess, too, and made a really awesome frame for the photo. He bought some acrylic and foam board from our friend Kathy who works at a framing shop and finished up the frame the other night.
On Thursday we went to the dentist and while Chris was in the chair I ran to the post office to mail something. On the way back I was listening to NPR and the Diane Rehm show, which I don’t usually get to catch because I’m in the office, but she had Elizabeth Gilbert on the air. If you haven’t read Eat, Pray, Love, you should. She has a new book out Committed a follow up to EPL about her second marriage and about marriage in general. Anyway, I found the whole Diane Rehm show fascinating because of everything they were talking about around the culture of marriage.
It was on par with a discussion I had with my carpool the other day after we heard something on the radio where a listener was upset that his fiance didn’t want to take his name. I carpool with two guys so I’m the lone voice in that argument, but I could see the fiance’s side of things. When I got married I didn’t want to change my name. I did and it doesn’t seem like as big of a deal now, but it was an identity change of sorts. I don’t know if men could even understand that; maybe some do. The whole tradition of changing the name—it’s just weird.
Alas, the hour long talk can be found here and scroll down to Elizabeth Gilbert “Committed” and hit play. I’m excited to read her book. She had a lot of good insight into marriage failures and the culture of thinking someone completes them, ie: the Jerry Maguire syndrome, she called it.
Listen to it while you are making dinner or surfing the ‘net. I’m up for a discussion if you are.
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My brother asked me last night how I liked the cold weather. I replied that I was ready for it to go away. He’s in Texas where they’ve had more snow than I can remember this past month.
A month ago I would have enjoyed it, the holiday season, etc. But, it’s just too cold for me now! Yes, living in gardening zone 10B, where we push the tropical zone limits and enjoy all sorts of beautiful plants that love warmth and humidity, has made my blood too thin.
I’m the iguana that hangs onto the tree, hoping not to fall off when it gets too cold.
I’ve almost gone through all of my winter clothes already, they’ve been in the wash already this week.
We warmed up to a beautiful temperature of around 72 yesterday afternoon and even last night I slept warmer. Today, it has gotten progressively colder, rainy and grey the entire day. Perfect for sipping cider and hot tea.
More information on Jamie Drake’s blog about how you can help if you are in Florida.
Weather.com says we may brush 33* tonight in South Florida. I wonder if I will find an icicle in the morning from the rain???
I think Hawaii is looking to be the best place to live at right about now.
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I’m finally trying to finish up our Christmas weekend trip to Sanibel. Here are the sunset photos from the day after Christmas. All but the last were taken at Blind Pass, the pass between Sanibel and Captiva islands. The last was taken at the last public access beach on Captiva.
I always feel a little reluctant to leave the beach after a sunset like that—a sad goodbye to a great day.
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Chris and I got off early on New Years Eve and decided to hit Big Cypress National Preserve to capture the last sunset of the decade. We also were aiming for photos of the Blue Moon but were unsuccessful due to clouds in the east that prevented a decent moon rise from being seen. The only glimpse we saw was for a few minutes but it was still partially hidden between the clouds. By the time it was up and shining, it was dark and we couldn’t find a decent place to take a photo.
Alas, all I have are a few sunset photos from that night. My favorite is the first one:
The clouds made the sunset, I think.
The wind was producing some very awesome clouds and on our way out we saw a rainbow up in the clouds from the ice. Alright, some Google-ing produced the real name, circumhorizon arc. This was our second one in about three weeks; the last one we saw with my dad when he was here a few weeks ago. We didn’t get the cameras out in time, though.
Stay warm everyone. Looks like today we’re going to make 75* just in time to turn around to 57* and 55* over the weekend. Ick.
Samson hasn’t made a post here in awhile, so today I decided to capitalize on the fact he was looking adorably sweet on the bed with the Snuggie. I got the Snuggie in a gift exchange at work and the instant I brought it home it was stolen from me by Leo and Samson and immediately it became theirs.
See, all warm and toasty in the Snuggie. Chris and I were both off today for dentist appointments and when we came back in the house after being out a few times we found both Leo and Samson snuggling together on the blanket. It was 56* in the house this morning—still no heat working. It was colder in the house than outside for awhile today.
I’ve watched this over and over and over again, but I get such a kick out of it:
Originally via my my brother’s blog.
Apparently Zoe’s new favorite word is kitty. The “Mao” part is the best! I have the smartest niece, if I do say so myself!
We’re working through a big cleanup of the house at the moment, tossing things we don’t need, want or use.
Mind you, our house is freezing right now, at least to South Florida standards. We tried the heat last night but it didn’t come on—such is life for people we warm blooded folk down here in the South who never utilize their heat. Instead we are piling on the sweat shirts and blankets on the bed and talking the cats into heating the bed up a little for us. Hey, it’s bad enough we’re getting freeze warnings tonight and probably tomorrow night. That’s not good; Florida is the vegetable growing center of the U.S. during these times of the year, tomatoes, corn, beans—you name it, comes from around here this time of year. Oh, and don’t forget Florida’s cash crop, citrus! Everyone is bracing for good news come sunrise, instead of destroyed crops.
But, I digress. It’s cold in the house while we are cleaning things out. As I’m cleaning items out, so far four bags of clothes for Eliana to give to her mom to send to Colombia, I’m wondering why I kept some of them for so long. A few months ago I did a similar routine and gave a bunch of clothes to Goodwill. This time around it was a bunch of winter clothes that haven’t seen the light of day in nearly 8 years. Not only do I not wear them, but some of it is probably out of fashion. I also cleaned out three drawers of t-shirts that when I did a t-shirt go-through a year ago I decided to keep. Now I’m wondering why I even bothered.
I’m looking with a very critical eye at some of the stuff I have. I have a feeling books are going to take another hit.
I saw a photo of a random bedroom and said “wow, so clean and pretty.” My bedroom—not so much.
As how this relates to mindfulness, I guess I’m just trying to be mindful of the items I get now. I stopped buying random beauty products several years ago because I realized I had a never ending supply of lotions, bath gel and perfumes. Now, I pick one lotion out from my stash and use it until it’s gone.
Another aspect of mindfulness came this past weekend while we were camping. Chris and I were arguing about something and our words just made me think. I have come to realize I need to stop and think more about what I’m saying or how I react before getting in a frenzy. It’s not worth the arguing. This is going to require a lot of work, I know.
Good things about the ‘net today:
–Contentment: The simple things can make a person perfectly happy. It doesn’t take much.
–Vintage Looms: I used to have (still do somewhere, maybe, mom??) one of those looms you make potholders on. Oh, here we go, something like this. The trickiest part was trying to finish the ends!
–What’s in a Name: The end sentence is my favorite, the one about the response. I’ve decided that I am going to start speaking up when people call me Little Misti. My name is Misti, yes I’m short, and my last name is Little, but I don’t think it is cute to call me Little Misti. I usually give a little laugh and try to change the subject. Yes, I know I’m short. Does it need to be pointed out? Should I call *you* Crooked Nose Jim? Or Dumbo Ears Julie? Or Point Chin Kyle? No. So, why is it ok to pick at being short?
(I should note, that is mostly for strangers. There is a difference when friends and family are joking around, though I realize sometimes words hurt from them, too. Then again, why are we letting it hurt us? I could maybe try to think of Eleanor Roosevelt when she said “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Talk about having a hard time working on that one!)
PSA: Eliana is running a 5K in February to raise money for Cat Network. Please give her a boost and sponsor her run here. If you are a reader of Oh She Glows you can be entered to win a raffle of $25 to Glo Bakery.
What are you being mindful of this New Years? Or at least trying to start off on the right foot with being mindful…!
There is always a book or a series of their youth that bibliophiles cling to fondly. Anne of Green Gables is one of them, but the other is The Babysitter’s Club by Ann M. Martin.
One Christmas, I think the year of 5th grade, 1990, I received books 1-4 and 9-12 in box sets. I was vaguely familiar with the series but quite soon they became an attachment. I devoured the series, re-reading them over and over again. My daybed was against the wall that I shared with my brothers room, but not pushed all the way down towards the east wall, creating a cozy nook. I would pile up pillows from my day bed, grab my soft Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag and make myself a reading nest.
This was the perfect place to avoid getting hit with chores, as I was tucked behind the bed.
Eventually, years later, they would become tattered on the edges. My favorite babysitters were the first five, Kristi, Claudia, Stacey, Mary Anne and Dawn. I could identify with all of them: Kristi as the tomboy, Claudia as the artist, Stacey as the blonde, Mary Anne as the book worm and Dawn as the earth loving girl.
I babysat a few times growing up, not enough to ever form a club. I don’t even know if I had enough friends who babysat. The Babysitters Club always seemed to have their own escapades, and seemed slightly older than their initial 12 and later 13 years. I felt like they were more of a mature 16, but lacking access to a car.
So, today I find out that Ann M. Martin is writing The Summer Before, a prequel of sorts with Kristi, Claudia and Mary Anne. I think I will just have to get it and make myself a cozy little nook for about the two hours it’ll take me to read it!
This weekend, like last year, we went on a backpacking trip. This year we started off at the Hickory Hammock Florida Trail trail head on U.S. 98 between Sebring and Bassinger with the intentions of just walking north until we felt like turning around to come home.
We got a late start on Friday after sleeping in a bit and then driving the two hours north. Before we left we checked the weather and weren’t too pleased with the forecast—rain and then a cold front right behind it. It didn’t start raining until we entered Lake Placid at nearly lunch time. We took some back roads to get to the trail head and then we realized there wasn’t much in the way of food open on New Years Day out in the boondocks. Finally, after driving around for nearly an hour we drove into Sebring and found the Sebring Diner open and hoppin’! We were in luck, they had black eyed peas! We were having a minor dilemma of trying to manage to eat black eyed peas on NYD, though I know we didn’t do that last year.
With a full stomach we made it to the trail head around 1pm; the rain had mostly stopped. We ran into a small group of Florida Trail Association hikers doing a short out and back of six to eight miles and they warned us of the cold weather to come.
At two miles we came across the Hickory Hammock campsite, a beautiful site underneath old live oaks. We stopped for a short snack and pee break and we were on our way. Shortly after we left we passed a hiker and his dog, said a quick hello and we mosied on down the way.
At 4 miles we came across an equestrian campground complete with decent port o potties and non-potable water (you can treat it), we then kept meandering north along the trail. About a mile north we entered the most boring part of the journey. I wouldn’t say it is entirely worthless, but it wasn’t necessarily pleasant. The Montesdeoca Ranch borders the Florida Trail and you have to walk along the fence line for about three to four miles. The area is mowed but the grass is made up of clumps of smut grass and it gets really old trying to walk over the clumps. Also, directly to the east is the Kissimmee River, which can sometimes flood the trail. Luckily, we didn’t have any flooding problems!
The good part about this section was the amount of wading birds we saw. Sandhill cranes can be heard a good distance away and we caught a few mating dances from afar. A bald eagle flew over us as did a a couple of caracara.
About three quarters of the way up the fence line we were noticing dark clouds in the distance, getting worried that we’d have to put our rain jackets on. Sure enough we saw the rain in the distance, grabbed our jackets just in time to have the rain come down followed by a gust of wind that knocked the temperature down about 15 degrees. Brrrr! We were afraid the front was going to take its time to blow through, but we didn’t have to wait too long for the wind to die down a bit.
It was nearing sunset when we made it to Mosquito Hammock, but the sky had cleared up and we had a beautiful sunset, albeit cold! We kept toasty at night we our new 15* bags—so warm I didn’t want to get out in the morning!
We kept heading north towards the Avon Park Air Force Range, which can be closed to hikers if they are doing maneuvers. About two miles north of Mosquito Hammock is where you run into the range, you have to climb over a stile to get across the fence and there is a board up showing a map, paperwork to fill out and a sign saying the dates of closures and openings. It was open so we kept going north!
I’m employing the Eliana method for eating oranges—very good, you should try it!
We were almost back to Mosquito Hammock for the evening when I spotted a dog. Up in a tree was its owner, Russell. Chris was a few yards ahead of me when I heard Russell ask Chris if he knew a geocacher friend of ours. Once I got up to the tree I recognized the guy as the one we’d seen the day before but also as someone we’d briefly met at Cacheapalooza a few weeks ago. We both had the mutual friend of another guy named Chris, who hiked with us for a day on our Ocean to Lake segment of the Florida Trail over Thanksgiving. Russell was also staying at Mosquito Hammock as was his dog Hickory. Hickory is a trail do for sure—bounding with energy! Poor pup had a ton of Caesar weed in his fur…I bet that will be a pain to get out!
We woke up this morning to temps of 35* and got on the trail to head back to the car. Russell hiked with us until Bluff Hammock parking lot which is 1.6 miles from Mosquito Hammock and we kept going the rest of the way back to our car.
I would recommend this hike for anyone who is interested in old Florida. It is peaceful, beautiful and a part of Florida you just don’t see that often.
And now I’m enjoying some good old fashioned comfort food—Rotel. mmmmmmm! Faux cheesey goodness!
This week: Cayo Costa State Park, Sanibel Sunsets, New Years Eve Sunset and failed moon rise (@%^$ clouds!), and whatever else you feel like hearing from me!
Oh yeah, my friend Meghan is working on a blog/website…check it out here!
And a second oh yeah….my dad asked me today if I took my computer camping so I could post. Nope…it’s a wonderful little object in WordPress that allows you to schedule posts! I can now take one day and write several posts up for the next few days—isn’t that awesome??? I’m all for more free time.
And for the third OH YEAH—-we saw a bobcat this morning!! A very big score!