I got stuck in a long line headed to Ontario today. Of all my years of travel, today’s line was probably the longest. I am glad that even though the lines were long – they moved pretty quickly. The nice part of the line is that it provided me opportunity to notice things that I wouldn’t normally noticed before. Like the International Boundary Line. I think when I took that picture, I was in Canada and United at the same time. Whoa!!
While waiting for the line to resume, I had a chance to snap a photo of big ships in Sarnia and something that looks like factories in Port Huron. How about that. I got a few of two cities and two countries in one frame.
Aahh – summer. I may have complained about a few things living in Michigan, but summer (or fall or even spring) is not one of them. Summer in Michigan is, in my humble opinion, as close to bliss as one can get. If you don’t believe me, ask Tim Allen in his Pure Michigan skits. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oHe6GRo7Dg) his voice just perfect and every time I hear one of his Pure Michigan voice over, I just feel like there is no place like Michigan.
Summer days in Michigan are just perfect. Sure, we occasionally have to put up with some high temperatures but they are far and in between. Most of the time, the weather is just perfect enough to lay on the beach, swim in one of the great lakes surrounding it, camp in one of the many beautifully maintained state campgrounds or a simple staycation in your backyard, fire up to the good old grill and have yourself a simple potato chips, ice cold coca cola and a hotdog with all its dressing. This is indeed, Pure Michigan.
These two birds seem to be having some kind of lover’s spat because they are perching farther and farther away from each other. About 30 minutes of so after I took the picture, they perched even farther – I guess like us (non fowl) their relationship also has its ups and downs. Healthy relationship needs its ups and downs just like nice weather needs some bad weather (rain, thunderstorm) to even things out – to get things back to its equilibrium – something like a reset button, right?
Life, like these chess pieces, separate us into hierarchy. The haves and the haves not, the overlords and underlings and the queens and soldier. All of us, no matter our societal status, have a role to play. There are times where we can work hard and elevate our status and there are times that we don’t have much choice but to play our role the best we can.
Some will look at this chess analogy and says “well, I am just a lowly soldier – a pawn. Since I can’t do anything about it. I don’t want to do anything about it.” Of course, we all know that it could not have been farther than the truth. Played correctly, at the right hands and skills, a pawn could become a queen.
That being said, some times, your status doesn’t really matter at all. What really matter is what you do in your own situation. Give your best no matter what you are and what you do. If you have to be the pawn, be the best of pawn you can be. Just remember, when the game is over, everyone goes to the same box. It is the journey that really the matter.
This is the moment I have been waiting for – the photograph of the Canna Lily that I planted in spring. The plant have been very healthy and now I get to enjoy the combination of green and vibrant red – a fruit of my labor, if you will.
Another full moon picture – it is not as clear as I would have like to be but this was the only photo I took today so I will have to make do. I was cooped up in my house after work and when I walked out for some air, I noticed this yellowish full moon rising. I decided to grab my camera and snapped a few photos of the moon.
This afternoon, I resorted to listening to the British Open on ESPN radio because I found out that my favorite golfer, Phil Mickelson might win the Open. I was elated to find that he had won one of the unlikeliest Major championships, one that even Phil would not bet on. I was so excited that I decided to try to catch some Canadian Open which is being played at Glen Abbey Golf Club in Oakville. I have to be in Oakville anyway to bring Kelly to her drawing lesson. Today is the final day of the Canadian Open unfortunately by the time I got there – around 3 pm – the tournament was over. I don’t get it. I thought golf tournament usually runs until around 6 pm. Since I don’t have Canadian Open to photograph I decided to take pictures around the neighborhood.
High up on a tree I heard this twitting sound of bird that looked like an eagle but I couldn’t tell. When I left home today, I almost put on my 300mm lens but decided against it and now I regretted it. I did my best with the picture and only later that I found out that it was an owl not an eagle. I have never taken picture of an owl before, so this is an unexpected bonus. (At least I think its an owl – it turned its head to me so I can’t be 100% sure)