Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

The same but different

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A lonely day at the lake.

A lonely day at the lake.


Twenty-eight degrees F (-2.22 C) here, and a slight frozen mist hanging in the air; seems perfect to go for a nature walk around a lake. So I drove out to my favorite park again. You know, the one that was full of activity and bright sunshine the last time I was there.

Not so much sun or activity today. It felt melancholy, lonely, damp. Few people were out, though there were more than I expected at the back of the park on the far side of the lake.

Someone is watching me.

Someone is watching me.

And there were birds. As I took my first step on the nature path I could already hear the chickadees calling, and soon they were circling my head. They expect a treat. I left them a few seeds on the railing of the first bridge and moved along. It was too cold to stand still, arm outstretched to feed them individually.

Incoming!

Incoming!

I was thinking about why I was lugging my camera. Before I left the house I debated not bringing it, considered the advantages of taking a walk in nature without it. But then I realized if I did that there would be something amazing and I’d regret not having it.

What you lookin at lady?

What you lookin at lady?

So early in the walk, with fingers already getting cold, I thought about all the pictures I already had, filed away in my archives. Pictures of this park, these birds, most under better light and conditions than I was facing today. So why was I still watching for something interesting?

Anything good up here?

Anything good up here?

People have asked me….”what do you do with all those photos?” I don’t necessarily do anything with them, except share a few of them here with you, or with family. If I’m at a family event I might turn the best of them into a book for my siblings to remember our time together. But only a few of them ever end up in anything I share.

Most of the time I just flip through them and remember.

Because, you see, I can remember what it felt like to stand where I stood when I took almost every one. The way the light was, the temperature of the air, unique smells and sounds, why I was out there, the shots I missed when I got the one I’m staring at now. The photos in my archives take me right back to the adventures I experienced when I took them.

OK, we can share.

OK, we can share.

I think it’s probably a lot like playing music. It’s more fun to be the player than the listener. Perhaps it’s more fun being the photographer than the one looking at the results. For me, it’s all about the hunt; sometimes for something specific that I have in mind, but more often the fun of finding an opportunity to catch something surprising or pretty, or arty or just cool.

Eastern bluebird scout

Eastern bluebird scout

So on today’s cold walk along the mist shrouded lake I didn’t find lots of great photos, but I found enough to make me smile. And really that’s enough to make cold feet and tingly fingers worthwhile.

Peek-a-boo

Peek-a-boo

Even if no one else ever sees the majority of them.

Serenity

Serenity

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Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

28 thoughts on “The same but different

  1. I’ve never seen an Eastern bluebird scout. What a pretty little creature. I don’t have a fancy camera like yours but I still take lots of pictures, for the exact same reasons you so nicely explained.

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  2. The bluebird is so cool! I cant believe you got so close to the turkeys. They always run the opposite direction from me…or maybe they’re running from my dogs.

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    • Usually they do run the other way. I was walking on the trail, coming out of the woods, and maybe 100 yards ahead of me these three were in the open clearing, and they began trotting, all together, generally 3 across, toward me. I started taking pictures, and when I stopped taking pictures and lowered the camera they were standing right in front of me, about 2 feet away. I was actually kind of startled. They wanted bird seed, so I gave them (against the rules) a handful. I posted on Facebook them eating that and the little cooing noises they made while they ate. Then they trotted around me and off down the path. I mostly just stood very still and they seem quite tame. And I didn’t have Katie with me.

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  3. It could have been me writing these words- I feel exactly the same about walking and taking endless photos of nature. Your captures are beautiful- the first chickadee flying in, all of them just beautiful. Thank you for sharing and taking me with you. The Eastern Bluebird is amazing- remind me which part of the country you live in- here in NJ I have never seen one.

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    • I live in Southeast Michigan, about an hour north and slightly west of Detroit. We mostly only have bluebirds in the spring/summer months. But now that we’re heading toward spring the first have obviously arrived. Though to be honest I’ve seen one or two around the neighborhood all winter.

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  4. I think you’ve summed up the experience of lugging a camera even in “bad” lighting perfectly. It’s funny how much more I remember on the days when I have a camera. Even if no one but me sees the photos.

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  5. Isn’t it amazing in the white of winter to see those beautiful flashes of colors from the birds.

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  6. I love all your photos, Dawn, I’m so glad you go to all the trouble to take them and then share a few on here. I know what you mean about remembering how you felt when something was taken. I’m the same way – I take a lot more photos on my hikes than what I share. And you have such a good heart to feed those little chickadees.

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    • It rarely feels like trouble. Almost 100% of the time something comes along that makes me glad I have it. And almost 100% of the time when I don’t have it something comes along that makes me wish I had brought it with me!

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  7. You have said it all in this post Dawn! The experience of being out there and taking photos is uplifting just like your gorgeous photos. Thanks for taking your camera out.

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  8. I usually grab my little point and shoot when I head out for a walk. Most times I don’t see much photo-worthy, but it’s nice to have on hand just in case.

    I also have tons of pictures I’ve taken, and some days I just like to go through them and remember when . . .

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    • Sometimes I take my point and shoot too. Those things take amazing photos! And my phone sometimes gets better photos than my big camera, I just have a hard time getting those downloaded. Plus the fumbling to get the phone open and to the right app…. In the end I like the weight and long lens of my bigger camera best.

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  9. It’s as my Kat says – “it’s the process, not the product”, but it’s a bonus when the product is beautiful, as yours is.

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  10. Beautiful shots. That weather is crazy cold. It’s unusually hot here 90°F nutty!
    Lily & Edward

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  11. I think you found a great series of photos on this walk. Lots of pops of color, for instance. But I think what I like most about this post is the way you put into words what photography is all about for some of us (including me). 🙂

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  12. Thanks for sharing all these, Dawn. I know what you mean, too, about looking back and remembering. Me, too!

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  13. I’m so with you on the thoughts about photography and lugging the camera along. I think that way exactly! And you are right – it is wonderful to flip through them and remember the moment. You have some beautiful bird photos you’ve shared here!

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    • Thank you! You know the first time you go out without the camera something extraordinary will happen. A couple of days ago husband and I were arguing about who had to take the dog out next…and I lost. So I take Katie out and just as we get out into the yard a single huge white swan flew overhead. The sun was setting so the swan’s wings were outlined in vivid gold. It was magic. And I wouldn’t have seen it without having to go out with Katie. And of course I had no camera with me.

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