June 4, 2020

Kids These Days

These days, it’s easy to appreciate whoever came up with, “Children should be seen and not heard.”

It’s barbaric, of course, especially now that we recognize children are miniature people. They have thoughts and feelings. They’re more than field workers or inconveniences.

Still, with every minute of every day spent with the kids, it’s an adjustment. Before, we worked all day, and we spent time with the kids in the evenings or on the weekends. Now it’s all day, every day.

Soon there will be no school work, no Zoom class meetings, no nothing. Just unstructured summertime. Luckily we’re in a nice time of year when staying outside and playing is a possibility.

Outside also means avoiding social media and the news. The kids don’t have any idea what’s going on in the world today. If they did, it’d be difficult to answer their questions. The virus? They know about that. They know its name. Everything else? Blissfully unaware.

Working as I do, each day at the kitchen table, I can watch them play in the backyard and live out their own adventures. They are little people, and as much as that old English saying makes me laugh, I don’t believe it. I didn’t get to hear it so much before. It’s good to hear them out there, playing and laughing and crying.

Inside, I can barely work because of my anxiety at the state of the world. Better for them to be outside.

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June 1, 2020

Spring Flower Macro

A study of our kitchen bouquet. The best smells of the year.

Shot with my Canon EOS EF 100mm f/2.8.

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May 28, 2020

Edge of Spring

We didn’t get much of a spring here in Michigan. After a flurry of snowstorms and chilly days in April, we transferred right into the heat of the summer.

That’s a shame. Spring is my favorite season, but seeing the lack of apple blossoms on the neighborhood trees, plus the pandemic, and some historic rainstorms, it’s feeling like spring never happened.

Except for those few days in April.

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May 14, 2020

On Doing

“It’s the doing that allows us to become our best selves, and it’s the doing that creates our future.” – Seth Godin

Doing is more important, always.

Yes, doing is harder. It takes time and effort. But as Seth Godin says, you’re more proud of something you do instead of something you passively watch.

Lots of people say, “I’m glad I rewatched Mad Men.” But no one says “I’m proud that I watched Mad Men.” Instead, people are proud of making something. Watching something brings temporary comfort, and lets us relax. But I argue that making something brings far more comfort, and can last a lifetime.

Eventually, you get into the habit of doing. You try to do it every chance you get. You may feel guilty when you don’t (more on that later).

And yes, you dread it. You try to avoid it. But there’s something about making that keeps you going despite all of that. It’s active, not passive.

It’s what people remember.

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May 8, 2020

Contributions

“When we get to the other side of the slog and look back, what will we have contributed, learned and created?” – Seth Godin

Sadly, not much, but I keep trying. Every day.

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April 29, 2020

Watching and Waiting

I may have gone a little far on the snark in my last blog post. It was born out of frustration, and the all-too-human need to correct those we think are wrong.

It’s not like me to do things like that, but then these are weird times, aren’t they?

I’m facing a summer’s worth of working from home, no school for the kids until the fall (maybe?), and dumb people doing dumb things with little concern for the safety of others.

To stay occupied, I’m trying to pick up my camera more and try little things: taking photos outside while we enjoy the fresh spring air, or grabbing some macro shots of the hyacinths and daffodils sitting on the kitchen table. It’s something.

Each new day is just a day. We watch and wait for some good news in the world, but we’re more often disappointed.

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April 24, 2020

So You’re Thinking About Protesting the Coronavirus

Friends, we as Americans have the right to protest and proclaim our rights. But if you’re thinking about protesting, I made this handy guide to thinking through your argument points…and make sure you’re REALLY prepared to protest!

MY RIGHTS ARE BEING TAKEN AWAY!
No, they are not. You can’t yell “fire” in a crowded theatre, and you can’t go boating right now. You can still buy seeds, plant your garden, buy food, get gas – you’re merely being inconvenienced for a short-term period.

If you’re such a big fat baby, maybe protesting isn’t for you?

IT’S MY RIGHT TO GET A HAIRCUT/GO BOATING/GO GOLFING!
Driving isn’t a right, it’s a privilege. You can get those privileges taken away if you’re a dumb shit. Same here: none of those activities are enshrined in either the federal or state constitution. You don’t have the right to go bowling.

Also, it’s spring. It snowed yesterday. Maybe build a snowman instead?

MICHIGAN’S GOVERNOR IS BEING DRACONIAN! SHE’S A NAZI!
Neat. The governor of Ohio – a male, white Republican – has perhaps more drastic measures in place. What is he?

The Nazis discriminated based on race and orientation, loaded people up in trains, and killed them en masse. They tried to take over the world. You can’t go *golfing.*

The last protest had a bunch of white dudes flying dipshit Confederate flags, holding guns, and wearing the same red Made-in-China hats. Who looks like a Nazi?

Maybe read a book instead of protesting?

THIS WHOLE THING IS AN OVERREACH BY OUR GOVERNMENT! IT’S GONE TOO FAR!
Okay. People were doing this during the 1918 Spanish flu. And the communities that isolated stayed alive.

Our government’s first job is to keep its citizens safe and healthy (and deliver the mail, but that’s another point). The evidence shows these measures work, and keep people safe and alive.

If your appendix is going to burst, do you want some politician, preacher, or news network talking head doing surgery on you? No. We listen to experts because they know what they’re talking about. They have experience. They can do the work.

Apart from government, businesses also see the need to close facilities and keep their employees safe. Are they wrong?

BUT THE ECONOMY!
Yep, it sucks. Makes you wonder why the federal government is giving loans to giant businesses who don’t need them instead of small businesses that do…

Maybe you should protest in Washington, DC instead!

THE CORONAVIRUS IS NO DIFFERENT THAN THE FLU! WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?
Great! Let someone with COVID-19 sneeze in your face.

And isn’t it weird that a lot of those protestors were wearing masks. What’s the big deal?

LIBERATE VIRGINIA/MICHIGAN/MINNESOTA!
Go fuck yourself.

Hope this guide helps you block hospitals treating their patients with your “I NEED A HAIRCUT” sign and put more people in danger!

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April 8, 2020

Into the Groove

It really is the new normal, isn’t it?

Not that being stuck at home is fun, or comfortable, but I feel like we’re starting to get the hang of things around here.

What’s helped me:

Establishing a daily routine for me and the kids
It’s spring, which means I can send the kids outside, and we can all get out and walk
Spring cleaning will keep all of us busy
Taking my own advice and giving myself some projects to keep busy: cleaning camera equipment, starting a new batch of cider, and getting back into the fitness regiment.

The situation isn’t great, but it’s not as bad as it was a week or two ago. And that’s something.

Life, overall, is quieter. On our walk this week, I only noticed two cars driving down our typically-busy neighborhood streets. I don’t have a commute anymore. Most of what I hear, day to day, is the birds chirping, and I’ll take that any day.

Spring has sprung. Can you imagine dealing with this in the arctic days of January?

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March 30, 2020

City Without Seasons

Last week, to get out of the house, I did the uncool thing and headed downtown to see what it looked like with our governor’s shelter-in-place order.

As Florence sings, it was a city without seasons. March is the November of spring – the weird in-between one. No leaves on the trees, no flowers blooming just yet, and streets as empty as can be.

The truth is that downtown Jackson is pretty empty on weekday nights after 5 p.m. But last week it was extra desolate. I stopped a person or two wandering around downtown, just like me.

Things really got interesting when a guy noticed me taking pictures. “Hey, want to take photos inside the theatre?” This is Jackson’s Michigan Theatre, the city’s lone operational classic theatre. The man was wearing a protective mask. I’m not sure what his role was at the theatre, but he had the whole place to himself. I got the sense, as I was taking photos inside, that the guy was simply lonely. Or he wanted to show off the place. I had to excuse myself after 10 minutes, or else the man would’ve given me the full tour of the place.

So I headed back outside, into the sunshine, to photograph our empty downtown.

With spring coming, and with more light, it’s nice to have the option to get outside and walk around.

Fresh air may be the best hope we all have of staying sane.

photography coronavirus, downtown, jackson, michigan, photography

March 26, 2020

Week Two

We have our routine down pretty well now. Wake up, eat, check-in, watch some TV, do live stream music with mom, go outside, lunch, quiet time, back outside, dinner, play, bed. Repeat.

Work is definitely challenging these days. The kids are feeling cooped up. It’s hard not to chat with the neighbors, except from a distance. And the streets are so quiet.

Every day we’re a little more anxious about everything: our health, our families, the economy, the Executive Branch’s dipshit handling of the whole situation. We feel phantom symptoms and worry. We’re trying to make the groceries we bought two weeks ago last a bit longer.

I did start a new batch of cider. I took a photo field trip that I hope to share later. The weather is warming up, so I’m sitting on the front porch listening in on conference calls while the kids dig their bikes out of the garage.

Every little thing helps us not think about every big thing.

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