Long time update

Time flies when you're having busy? I think I should stop saying I'm busy all the time because I don't know a single person who isn't busy all the time either.

I got some new socks today! Bridgedale has, once again, pleased my feet by creating a beautiful product. Sierra Trading Post is the absolute best place to purchase any outdoor items. I have placed several orders with them so far and they continue to ship everything on time and in perfect fashion. While the items may be 'seconds', or what have you, they are far from second rate. So far, I have yet to tell the difference in terms of "cosmetic defects" that exist, or so they say. Trekkers they are, and a Trekker I am!

Aside from my wonderful new socks, I am still patiently awaiting my acceptance from Thomas M. Cooley Law School. I hope I'll have time tomorrow to give them a call and find out their verdict. I got a 149 on the LSAT, nowhere near what I was hoping for, but it was a really bad day. I'm re-taking the test this Saturday, so we'll see how that goes. A 149 is enough to get accepted by itself; however, I would like to do far better so I can get a much larger scholarship.

I sold my telephoto lens so I hardly use my camera. I am going to get an Olympus, hopefully the E-30. I'm going to end up replacing everything next year so I'll be able to post some new pics soon!

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Take care.

Spiraling madness ensues

While I ponder the possibility that I may be afraid to 'live life' I realize that I should probably wait until a more stable length of life presents itself to me.

Like everyone else, I believe that this roller coaster of insanity is centrally located within the bounds of my own personal space. Yes, I admit, others too feel the tug upon their souls administered by fate.

Sounded deep huh? Interesting? Intriguing? Probably just as ridiculous as my usual rantings, oh well.

I took the E-520 for a spin around the proverbial block today. It passed with utterly amazing flying colors. All aboard the Olympus bandwagon! Full speed ahead!

Just as a side note for anyone who reads this that knows I suck with keeping in contact with those I care about... I'm working at the Camera Shop now and took the LSAT... waiting till the 27th to hear back on my score... after that... law school I go! Wooopy!

Greetings! I now have a

Greetings!
I now have a "real" job! Finally moving into an apartment and should be back to stability as I knew it (which wasn't well). More soon.

Busy busy busy

The last couple of weeks have left me with little time to post here. Along with a very very annoying summer cold, I have mostly been working with my uncle and getting a closing done. Not long after one closing was finished, I got a deal on another property worked through.

While time has been short for posting, there are always quick moments for photography!

Here's a couple wonderful pictures of the twins! They certainly take care of one other.

A work in progress

As my interest in photography grows I find myself advancing the necessary things required to make a possible career out of it. The first, obviously, is to take more pictures. The second, is to edit them. The third, is to display them.

While I can not exactly show my works in progress, as it would take up valuable space on the web, I can provide better access to the completed product.

The full gallery of images, at least the gallery of most of the completed images, is now steaming ahead. With the loose organization of categories finished, you may now browse some of the better pictures that I have taken.

Please take some time and head over there and tell me what you think.

A word about trash

Trash disgusts me; along side the roads, in the parks, along the rivers, in the lakes, flying out some jerk's window headed toward my windshield, anywhere it doesn't 'belong'. Trash is also the perfect word for the deliverer. Also, trash includes everything that doesn't 'belong' where you put it. So, if you toss out your gum wrapper because you are too lazy to put it in your pocket and throw it away later, you are trash. It is that easy. This also include cigarettes... especially cigarettes.

Oh, look at me, I'm smoking, I'm so cool, I care nothing for anything or anyone else and *woop* there's my ash filled cancer stick flying at your windshield. I have nothing but anger for people who do that. Seriously, tossing a cigarette butt out of your car, or just on the ground proves only one thing: you are so damn lazy and useless that you don't have enough IQ points to find a garbage. This goes for your fast food people too.

Granted, things have been getting a lot better. I remember when most parks were nothing but secondary land fills. The sides of roads were covered with cans (mostly beer... surprise surprise), fast food bags and cups, and literally anything else that would fit out the window.

Anyway, rant done... only because I have to go to work. I took this shot at a small lake near my house and made the appropriate edits in Photoshop. I hope you get the point.

Pere Marquette Lighthouse

I spent some time in Muskegon, once again, last weekend. While I was there, I took a visit to the Muskegon State Game Area and the lake. At the lake I saw an amazing sunset coupled with some truly ominous clouds. Words are completely ineffective in this situation so here is what I saw.

Wildlife Photography Contest results

Very exciting news! I just got a message from Elizabeth Brockwell-Tillman, Hoffmaster's Park Interpreter. She said I placed second!!!

I will be receiving a $50 gift certificate to the Camera Shop, in Muskegon.

This is the first photo contest I've ever entered so this certainly comes as a big surprise. I'm not quite sure what to think really. They also want to keep my print for their display collection. This is quite an honor.

It is really great that they hold these local contests and can offer such nice prizes. I'm not quite sure what I am going to do with the money... either a nice down payment on some binoculars or a new tripod. The tripod is a little more important to me right now as the one I currently have is pretty heavy.

In any case, I am elated. Starting a career in writing and photography is going to be very long and very tough. So far, I think I have a great start.

Tomorrow I'm going to be posting some shots that I took this weekend in Muskegon. Hopefully the sunset pictures of the lighthouse turn out well.

Hoffmaster's Wildlife Photography Contest

I have been pretty busy working with my uncle but I had just enough time to take a trip to Ludington State Park with Miranda on May 21st. We had a nice time. Watching a guy catch a big walleye was pretty neat while admiring the water flow over the Hamlin Lake Dam. On our way back to the car I was stopped by a gentleman. He asked me if I took a picture of the fawn.

The picture of that fawn is now my entry into the first photography contest I've ever participated in. Hoffmaster State Park, in Muskegon Michigan, is hosting the contest. Contest information can be found here.

So far, one comment given stands out: "The photo you entered into the Wildlife Photography Contest at the Gillette Sand Dune Visitor Center is top notch for quality."

While I absolutely love compliments like that (who wouldn't?), I can not take credit for such an amazing thing. One guy fishing was at the right place at the right time; then he decided to ask a guy with a camera if he had seen this great thing. Nature did the hard work. A few clicks of a button, a quick transfer to the computer, and a little touching up is hardly anything to take credit for.

The fawn:

Snap, crackle, pop! No milk required!

Tragedy strikes! My desktop decided it had had enough; at least the power supply did. I was moving it up north so I could get back to photo editing. I plugged it in, started getting the router hooked up, and POP! I thought it was simply an outlet breaker popping for whatever reason and quickly realized that there was no breaker on any nearby outlet. I got closer to my aging PC and got a whiff of a familiar scent. It was the smell of burnt electronics.

I unplugged all of the cables and took the side cover off. The smell become increasing strong at this point, obviously. As I looked over the motherboard I became concerned that I would not be able to simply spot the problem. I decided the best coarse of action would be to take things apart and start sniffing. First, the power supply. My sniffer didn't even need the unit removed before I knew that that was the source of the odor. I took it out, just to make sure. All was good as far as smells go with the rest of the computer.

Earlier this week I had problems with it and concluded, with a small amount of certainty, that it was my motherboard. I was really hoping that wasn't the case as I would basically need a new system. After today's events, I am glad that I can fix it for under $30, thanks New Egg!

My only concern at this point is that the new power supply will bring a motherboard problem to light. Currently, I don't have a spare unit to do any testing with so I will just have to be patient and hope that all is well.

It shouldn't be long before I can get back to publishing more interesting and insightful posts, such as the plans for that Oriole feeder.

Life Saver and the Serpent

While Life Savers used to be made here in Michigan, they are now a product of Canada if my memory serves me correctly. That being said, and completely irrelevant if I do say so myself, I saved two birds the other day from certain death.

I was rushed awake by the sound of scratching coming from the fireplace, the pipe heading to the roof to be exact. I knew that a creature of some sort had gotten in there, how I do not know. After inspecting the fireplace to see if there was a simple way to save the creature, I heard the distinct sounds of wings flapping. I was unable to find a simple and... clean solution. The only other option available to me was to take the pipe apart. I quickly found a screw driver and began removing the screws that were securing the pipe sections to one another.

Finally! I was able to pull the pipe up far enough to snag the little guy (or girl, I'm from the Midwest, we call everything and everyone guys). I placed the terrified and very very sooty bird into my rat's travel cage. The bird was flapping around, obviously, in the little cage as I walked toward the back door. I noticed that the bird was relatively small, about the size of a sparrow, with a white belly and a blue top portion. He was carrying on as any other bird would and offered me no distinct pattern of sounds.

I opened the door and placed the cage on the deck. I released the two springed hooks holding the wire section to the pan and pulled it off. The little bird, now free, quickly took to the air. He landed a short distance away on a small branch in an oak tree. He spent several minutes cleaning himself before flying to a further branch nearly out of my view.

So, you may be asking yourself, "I thought he said two birds." I did. Upon returning inside I was placing the travel cage back on the floor and replacing the pipe section back into the fireplace. I stepped away for a moment to check to see if the bird was still perched on the branch. Suddenly, I heard a very familiar sound. Scratching. I thought to myself, "no way!" I couldn't imagine that another bird... or worse yet, the same bird, would fly down the pipe again so quickly after I rescued the first one.

Sure enough, another bird. Now, I am almost certain that the second bird was not the same as the first one. I really hope it was not same one for that would force me to conclude that the bird was very dumb. It appeared to me that the second bird, although the same kind of bird as the first, was slightly smaller than the first. I am pretty sure that they were both Grey-Blue Gnat Catchers, however, they could have been Tree Swallows. Gnat Catchers normally do not hang around here but the size and coloring of the birds lead me to that determination. The top feathers were not the dark blue of the Swallows, but the Swallows now have a nest in a nest box just outside. Then again, they were covered with soot so I may have mistaken the colors that way and through the excitement they caused.

Soon after I released the second bird, or the first bird the second time, I placed a screen over the top of the pipe venting outside. I am extremely glad that I was here to rescue them from their doomed visit. I also learned that I need to make sure to keep the area animal friendly. Living in the woods has such wonderful advantages, but also great responsibility.

Since I like to keep these posts shorter than this, normally, I will save the snake encounter for another time. Also, make sure to check back later for great Oriole feeder plans.

Busy week

I have been 'up north' for the last few days. The weather is beautiful! I love it up here.

Between working my tail off, picking mushrooms, and taking pictures I have had zero time to edit my existing pictures. It has been an utter blast!

I am working with my uncle Walt doing a remodeling job. Previously, the only manual labor type work I had ever done was a paper route. This is actually far more rewarding than I ever thought possible. It is also nice to see the fruits of your labor. Rather than simply looking at a spread sheet with your sales volume, you actually get to see a totally new bathroom, kitchen, or whatever it is you worked on. Granted, someone else gets to enjoy it and you do get paid, but there is some real value there in the work done, at least I feel that way.

Hopefully, tomorrow I'll be able to get time to explain how I saved two blue birds from a horrible death and ran across a snake I have never seen before. I want to find out what it was before I really get into talking about it.

Books, continued

I am pretty certain that my ADHD as hindered my book reading endeavor. My short attention span for uninteresting, non-captivating things is powerful, indeed. Conversations have a tendency to play out much like my reading. After several minutes of my mouth responding to automated social queues, I leap back into consciousness and realize that I have no idea what my counterpart is talking about. Worse yet, I seem to have agreed to something at some time and date that I have the foggiest of ideas as to when it is or what I'll be doing... or not doing... As many are used to my problem, and I truly do feel horrible when it happens, I am able to ask what, exactly, it was that I just agreed to. I have found that it is better to ask and face frustration and anger now, than over the phone a few days later when the phone rings and I hear, "You said you would pick me up an hour ago! Where are you!?!"

Taking medication seems to be helping with some of these issues but it certainly did not help take care of my inability to enjoy a good book. I felt as though I would be left to live a life of unfulfilled cultural aspirations. I would miss out on such works as Moby Dick, War and Peace, the Iliad, and Into the Wild.

Oh ye of little faith am I! Little did I know that a fateful day would come when my almighty creator would bestow upon me a divine ruling: if you turn it off, you shall read!

Well, I didn't exactly turn it off as much as the service was cancelled. Technically, the cable company turned it off. Then again, I can still turn the TV on... You get the idea (and perhaps a small taste of the luxuries of ADHD; a never-ending supply of thoughts... my mind is like the Energizer Bunny of conversational train derailments).

Although I have always felt that TV was 90%+ a massive waste of time, I watched it anyway. My brain loved to absorb the decoded vibrations entering my ears and the photons striking my eyes. Somehow, and I am sure there is a study on this, television gave my ADHD brain what it wanted far more than a book could ever hope to contribute. Super instant gratification. Without the TV, my brain was left with a few options: sit and watch my crazy neighbor watch me back all day (she watches the house even when I am not watching her watch it; and yes, she does watch the house even if no one else is around) or try and read a book.

Recently, I have been told that I am a reasonably skilled writer. I hope that I can write a book review or two without making myself seem totally foolish.

Finally, I am quickly realizing that when God said, "Let there be light." He did not mean, "for which to find the remote."

Books

An amazing thing happened to me recently. I was unable to watch television. This was a life changing moment. Before you say, "Wow. You stopped watching TV and realized that it was a waste of time? Good for you, moron." hear me out.

I am in the process of moving out of my house - as it is currently on the market to be sold - so, the cable was cancelled. It is not possible for me to turn on the TV and glean anything from it besides a headache. Since the TV is newer, it does not even allow me to watch the static - just a bright blue screen - unless, of course, I go through the painstaking trouble of changing an option a couple of menus deep into the settings. Who has time for that now a days anyway? Not I.

What else have I not had patience for? Reading books. For as long as I can remember, I have never been much of a book reader. I will read all sorts of manuals, the news (online, not the newspaper), the comics (in the newspaper and even 'books'; although I would hardly call 'The Essential Calvin and Hobbes' a book), and pretty much anything else on the internet.

In recent years, I felt a desire to read books. All attempts miserably failed. While I was in college, I only read what I absolutely had to. Even then, I would accept a low grade as an acceptable trade for reading less.

Now that I have my degree, I still cannot get myself to read 'books.' Countless people have tried the whole, "try this one, you'll love it!" Or, "this is the book that got me into reading." A couple pages in I would get bored and find something else to do. When I would actually force myself to read, I was unable to concentrate. I would start reading something and two hours later, I would be on page four. The whole time I would spend thinking about other things while my eyes attempted to scan the words. Once I realized this was happening, I gave up. I had no idea what the first three pages were about anyway.

More to come Wednesday, May 1st.

Trial run

With the recent purchase of my first kayak, a Tsunami 145 from Wilderness Systems, I needed to test it out thoroughly. The weather was fantastic! 71 degrees, bright blue sky, a touch of wind.
Sunscreen, check; hat, check; Gatorade, check; Combos, check. I ran down the list of all the necessities I was going to need for my first attempt. The main purpose was to determine, not only my skill and ability, but also the boat's stability, speed, and handling. Basically, I want to make sure that I can bring my camera out on it without having to worry too much about it being ruined because I do not know what I am doing.

It worked perfectly. The only way I am going to tip that boat over is if I am not paying attention or I simply try to do it.

The experience of my first trip? Amazing, simply amazing. Let me tell you about the muskrat.

'I see this "little guy" digging in the sand next to the water. He (or she) appears to be looking for vegetation to eat. I beach my kayak slightly and watch the forging for about ten minutes. Curiosity is too strong; I must get closer. I push off and, luck is with me, the current is carrying me straight past him. The bow is about five feet away from him as I float past. Suddenly, and ever so quietly, the arm of my paddle hits the kayak. The sound is just loud enough to startle him. He dives into the water and swims very quickly... directly under me! Quickly, I look around for a sign that he swam past me. I see nothing. I turn the boat. The paddle hits the water, one stroke. The other side hits the water, SPLASH! He dives in! He was sitting, staring at me; the little guy was floating right along the side of the boat.'

I could not believe it. Personally, I think he was plotting a way to tip me over. I know I would.

One of my goals in life is to photograph a bald eagle catching a fish out of the water. Half of that dream came true. Just after the muskrat encounter, I was watching this beautiful bird perched in a tall tree. He took off with such amazing grace that I could not believe my eyes. Soaring overhead, he dove. With the swiftness and precision of an arrow, he splashed into the water. I was not close enough to see if it was indeed a fish, but he caught something. It was a fantastic moment.

The only relief I have is that the lighting would have been horrible for a picture. Let me just say this, there was not much relief; but there is plenty more eagerness.

Next time I will have my camera. That way I will be able share these wonderful experiences with you. I only hope that they will encourage others to enjoy the great outdoors as well.

Lost but not yet found 3

I was on the return stretch of my hike.

I was very tired and hungry. My energy was bottoming out and I really wished I was already at my car. I came to the first beach area you can get to from the entrance of the park. I had a choice, I could continue on my tough walk through the sand or I could make it easier on myself and walk on the pavement. I decided that I would take the path of least resistance, the concrete.

When my shoe landed on solid turf I felt reasonably good. The thought that I would not have to keep fighting the ground with each step was encouraging. As I walked toward the parking lot, I realized that I would have to walk even further on the cement than I would through the sand.

For those who are not familiar with Hoffmaster, there are several parking lots. Each is a short distance from the main road but when you are exhausted, that distance can seem daunting.

I decided to turn around and head back toward the unforgiving beach. As I approached the observation deck I was filled with a strange sort of peace. While I almost always feel at peace at the park, this was something totally different. I began to hear a chiming as well. This was very bizarre as I did not hear them on my approach.

Near the deck there are several trees and other various plants. I looked all around for the chimes. I was beginning to think I had lost my mind. Seriously, it is not every day that I hear chimes in the middle of a state park; let alone at the beach, with no one around, on a relatively cool day. I decided that either I was crazy or they were invisible.

In my new state of mind I leaned against the railing to gaze at the lake. For several moments I enjoyed the strange inner peace accompanied by my new theme music. I then examined the surrounding flora more closely. Low and behold, hanging on a branch of the nearby tree was the chime. I am hard pressed to believe that my sanity has returned as you can not regain something you never had in the first place.

As I observed the chime clanging in the wind I caught a glimpse of something on the ground. I peered down toward the snow covered sand and saw a small metal object.

Coincidence? Or not?

Lost but not yet found 2

Coincidence or not? What exactly is a coincidence anyway? The dictionary defines it as "A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged."

From this, I believe that coincidences are all, more or less, made up by us. We love making connections to things; it makes our lives organized. We connect different plants, animals, people, etc. into various categories. The word 'plant' itself is a category; it connects all of those things we deem to have the characteristics of plant like things.

Most events are easily connected together. Getting into the car, driving to the store, parking, filling up a cart, paying for your goods, returning home, and putting the things away are all connected with grocery shopping. These events are planned and arranged by us so they are simple to connect.

What about those events that do not connect so well? That is what a coincidence is, a connection that is not standardized. In most cases, unless we tell someone else about it, we are the only one that "believes" that there is any connection at all.

Here is my coincidence. I have been looking at purchasing this camera for months.

But that is only the beginning. (even more to come this Thursday)

Lost but not yet found

I found a digital camera about a month ago while I was out hiking around Hoffmaster State Park. It was sitting in the snow and I had serious doubts that it would work. However, I knew I could probably recover the pictures and try to find the owner.

After letting it dry out, I tried to turn it on. Amazingly, it worked! I could not believe it. I looked at the pictures and, unfortunately, could not recognize a single event, place, or person, except the pictures taken at Hoffmaster. There were no tell tale signs as to the owner of this camera. I have been looking in the paper for the past couple weeks to see if there were any "Lost" ads for a camera. I also left my contact information with "lost and found" at the ranger station. No one I showed the pictures to recognized anything in them either.

I have heard and read nothing. I feel pretty bad. I wish that I could go on TV and just show some of the pictures so someone may recognize the owner and let me know.

There is another side to this story. (more to come this Tuesday)

Update on Lost Lake Publication

In an email I sent to the editor of the Muskegon Chronicle, "I don't know what to say." When I opened the Explore section I was immediately awestruck.


*click on the image for a bigger picture
(once at the next site click on the magnifying glass in the top right)

Tonight, at a presentation for the Campaign to Save Lost Lake, I heard wonderful comments about the article. One gentleman said he enjoyed it so much that he read it aloud to his wife. She enjoyed it so much that it is now hanging on their refrigerator. I am deeply honored to be taking up space on some one's fridge, seriously. (We all know how valuable fridge space can be.)

Phyllis, a retired school teacher, LPN, and author called the Chronicle wanting to speak with me. They called me to give me her phone number, so I called. She said many kind things including, "the world will hear from you." She also cut out and saved the piece.

Friends and family have called and made many great comments. I really appreciate everything. I am kind of overwhelmed with the things people are saying. This is one great feeling.

And now, on to business. I am setting a personal goal of raising $1,000 for the campaign. How much of that can you donate? I have never done fundraising before so we will see how it goes.

Muskegon Chronicle to publish "Lost Lake"

I am pleased to say that my "Lost Lake" piece is going to be published in the Muskegon Chronicle this Wednesday, April 9th, in the Explore section. I was totally surprised and delighted when I got the news.

The Explore section comes every Wednesday in the paper. It focuses on all things outdoors including sports (hunting, fishing, hiking, kayaking, canoeing, etc.), news, events, and useful information. The best part is that the vast majority of the articles are about local happenings.

There is a push to Save Lost Lake. If you have never been to Lost Lake, I highly suggest you take the time and go. Because I believe that the campaign to save the lake is vitally important to our community, our environment, and our health, I request that everyone make a donation. All donated funds, up to $90,000, will be matched by other sources. Personally, I just donated five dollars. I wish it could have been far more but I just don't have the money right now.

The rest of the post is dedicated to the Campaign to Save Lost Lake.

We all take many things for granted, our friends, family, health, and most of all our environment. How many times has the planet been forced to 'take one for the team?' If you have to think about that, you really need to pick up a newspaper. Everyone, including myself is guilty. Our very existence, our way of life, adversely impacts the environment. The purpose of this post is not to tell you that we need to stop living, but simply change the way you do things.

I listened to the Environmental Ethics panel discussion at Muskegon Community College on Friday, April 4th. A gentleman by the name of Chris Bedford said that we need to rethink the way we create the various products we use. Currently, we try to make products that are recyclable. His suggestion is to completely bypass this idea and make things that do not need to be recycled.

For instance, there are now ways to make 'plastic' bottles out of corn. These bottles will completely biodegrade when composted. While this is a step in the right direction, far greater changes need to take place.

The simple fact that we purchase these things is a problem. The amount of bottled tap water that is purchased is astounding. Granted, I have lived in a few apartment complexes where the water resembled sludge, more than anything else. Even a premium water filter could not fix the 'taste' and I will not even mention the smell.

What about convenience? Sport bottles have been around for ages, those are convenient. This leads us to a simple, yet partial, solution. Remember the three 'R's? Reduce, Re-use, and Recycle. We got recycle out of the way. Reduce is pretty straightforward. We are totally dropping the ball on Re-use.

Purchasing water bottles is simply wasteful. Unless your tap water reminds you of the movie 'The Blob' you should really rethink the way you drink liquids. I say liquids because water isn't the only product that comes in a bottle. Gatorade is purchasable in powder form; countless other products are as well.

A return to sport bottles is only a small beginning. If you want a perfect way to get a jumpstart on the way you think about Re-use, head over to the Campaign to Save Lost Lake and make a donation. As children, we all passed along ABC gum to our younger counterparts. It is time to grow up; pass along something far more meaningful, and a lot better for us all.

Slideshow

I have been mighty busy with countless things lately and have not had the chance to update the site in a while. Since I have been unable to edit my 'nature chronicle' pages, due to time constraints, I will, instead, post a slideshow.

These pictures were taken on the north side of the Muskegon Channel, part of Muskegon State Park on March 12, 2008. There are only four but I am certain you will enjoy them.

Introduction

I have long planned to spend a few days out in the woods to do some photography and writing. I love taking pictures, primarily of nature; wildlife, plants, streams, bugs, anything outside really. Writing goes hand in hand with photography. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a picture cannot intimately portray the thoughts and feelings of the photographer.

Recently, I decided to make a real attempt at nature writing. My first attempt was the piece titled “Lost Lake.” As you may know, it was written as a hike from my eyes. I was pleased with the final product. I was ecstatic with the responses I got from others who read it. Since I enjoyed it so much, and got some generous praise, I chose to continue.

My next step was to test the waters… rather, the ice. I had a blind given to me by my Uncle Walt to use. If I were going to take this seriously, I would need to go the distance. The day I did this was a balmy 10 degrees. The wind was so brisk that I felt like I was going to watch my nose crack apart and fall off. I put on some long underwear, wool socks and liners, sweatshirt, Carharts, boots (regular hiking boots, nothing very warm… this is prior to the purchase of my Irish Setters), jacket, gloves, facemask, headband, and hat (I am in serious need of a new hat). Needless to say, I don’t hold warmth very well, so this is not overkill for me. I sat out there for roughly two hours. I had figured I would not last twenty minutes, but I endured. I know that two hours, even in 10 degrees, is not very long. However, I was more interested in seeing if I could stay out in that kind of temperature than I was in seeing if I could really handle being out that long. My goal was an hour so I was happy with the results. Hunger forced me from continuing, not the frostbite.

After the success of my ‘stress test’, I concluded that I was ready to go. This time I was going out with my camera, tripod, notepad, pencil, and a seat that my dad gave me. I was not exactly sure what I would do out there. I was hoping that I would be inspired to write. I was also hoping for some photography subjects. My primary interest was white tailed deer but I didn’t believe that they would actually come close enough for me to get a shot as the blind is new to them and they would probably be scared of it for a day or so.

This is my first full-fledged attempt at, what I am now calling, nature chronicling. I chose this term over ‘nature writing’ because… well, I was doing more than just writing.

I am all set up in the blind with the flaps down, the tripod is positioned, the camera is good to go, my notebook is at the ready, and my pencil is hitting the paper...

Irish Setter Shadowtrek 3859

I have been in need of winter boots for quite some time. After my last couple outtings my feet said, "We've had enough!" I was hoping to wait one more season before opening the wallet but I gave in.

I'm primarily going to use them for ice fishing and any photography/research trips I make where there will be cold temperatures and deep snow.

To test them out I went to Hoffmaster State Park for a couple hours. I took the tougher route to the lake to see how my feet would feel afterward. I spent a nice deal of time admiring the amazing scene at the shore. The waves were crashing against the ice, the wind was strong, and the temperature was about 18 degrees.

These boots fit everything I was looking for: affordable price (under $120), light weight, well constructed, waterproof, and of course, warm and comfortable.

They are amazingly light weight! At a mere 3lbs I hardly noticed that I was wearing them. This made trecking through the snow as easy as possible, without snowshoes. They're made of a nylon fabric rather than leather which drastically cuts down on the weight and, so far, doesn't appear to have any negative characteristics. According to their web site, the Shadowtrek's sole is specifically designed to be light weight and durable.

Speaking of durable, these were build to last! Every exposed seam is double stitched so I'm far less likely to run into the fabric coming apart. A nice section of thick rubber protects the toe area from any sort of abrasion I might get while walking through the wilderness.

Gore-Tex lining keeps the water away while still providing adaquite breathability. I stepped into some slushy, ice cold water. This would normally cause me to panic a bit but the Shadowtrek's Gore-Tex didn't flinch. When it came to the six inches of snow, I was totally free of worry. These can handle at least eight inches of the cold white stuff before they'll remotely think of letting any inside. On top of that, the footbed is woven with a wicking fabric, which, coupled with my wool socks and liner, helped keep my feet completely dry.

As I said, I walked for roughly 2 hours through 6 inches of snow. At no point did my feet ever feel the slightest bit cold. The 800 grams of Thinsulate Ultra provided the perfect amount of warmth. When it comes to comfort I was delightfully surprised.

This may sound like a sales pitch but it's hard to find a negative aspect of these boots. This may have something to do with me never really owning a good pair but I have owned some AWESOME shoes in my day and have those to compare to.

Along with the trip I described, I have worn these boots many times in various conditions, from simple driveway shoveling adventures to half day trecks in the woods. They are still as comfortable as the second time out... they did take that first trip to really break them in. And that's another thing... most leather footware takes a very long time to break in so I was very excited about the short period required by these boots.

If anything does come up on the negative side I'll be sure to post it here.

The most important lesson here is this: If your feet are telling you something, you should listen. That, or, seek professional help. However, they do say "let your feet do the talking."

Questions from the snow

One after the other, one after the other, I place my boot into his footprint as I follow behind. The snow is deep – then, I was able to place my whole boot into the depression – I am barely able to do the same now. Then I was following my father; now, a great friend.

Then, I was wondering what he thought of me, what I could do to make him proud. How many fish will I have to catch to see it? How big will they have to be for him to say it? Something inside me commands that I dare not ask him these questions. The temperature was well below freezing and I could see my breath with each exhale. As we reach the lake, each step now brings a crunching noise from ice beneath my boots. There is also the sound of eager anticipation from augers turning steadily through the frozen barrier. I pace ahead to walk next to him talking about things I have long forgotten.

Now I am pondering something far deeper, yet equally unimportant. What do I do to make Him proud? How many lives must I touch to feel it? How deeply in their lives do I need to reach? Do I ask Him these questions or ask Him which path? Here, it is night. The brisk wind pushes through the leafless branches and carries with it an icy chill that bites at my lips. The sound of the air flowing through the trees brings me a peace I have not felt in quite some time. We reach a down slope.

Suddenly my foot is falling through the ice as I let out a short yell. My little boot and half my leg are now in the near frozen water. I pull myself out with a fearful look of astonishment. I don’t understand how I just fell through the ice. Did I do something foolish? He tells me that someone covered their used hole, making it nearly impossible to see. I feel slightly calmed that it wasn’t my fault but I’m sure that I could have avoided the inconvenience of the situation. He then gives me comforting information that the shanty has a space heater. It will warm enough for me to take off my snowsuit so it can dry and I don’t freeze.

His next step sends him down landing on his butt, sliding down a bit further on his back. I laugh loudly seeing that he is all right and take a safer path around. He tells me that he used to sled down the hill with his brother when they were little; long before the barrier was placed to prevent accidents from occurring from sledding down the sharply steep point. Walking further – this time – I receive no certain comforts. However, I feel that I need these moments, these reminders, these gifts.

As we sit in the shanty, I catch no fish. Except for a melted snowsuit (I sat too close to the space heater…) I leave with nothing.

Since returning, I have asked my questions, including many more. Except for more unanswered questions, I have only the usual waning feeling.

Upon further consideration, I have, in fact, one answer. A lack of response to a question I didn’t ask or an action I don’t take doesn’t mean they aren’t full of pride or aren’t listening. It is those subtle feelings He gives me and those less than obvious things he does. They tell me he is proud of me and He is there. I guess I’m still a lot like that little kid. I want to do anything and everything, all the while expecting a response that would satisfy my soul, a response to reassure me that I am doing the right thing. Less important and yet more pronounced, I want to be told what I need to do to earn his respect, to earn His presence. Little did I know I already was. So long as I do what I think is right and work hard at doing it, I will be following the right path, earning more and more as I go.

In the end, telling me that he is proud may defeat the purpose. Knowing that He approved, I might stop pushing ahead. While I have never been comfortable with this uncertainty, having never quite accepted it has determined who I am. My ultimate goal seems to be embracing it, this uncertainty, this faith. One last question… Does God leave footprints in the snow?

Lost Lake

I recently spent some time at a small part of Muskegon State Park called Lost Lake. While it's not hard to find, you can certainly find yourself lost in its serene beauty. Lost Lake is truly an amazing place.

Parking my car at Snug Harbor gives me the best location to get to the lake quickly. The easy walk there is about a half of a mile; the full trip around the lake and back is about a mile and a half. The time it takes may vary greatly depending on how much time you spend taking everything in.

The peaceful nature that the park offers immediately surrounds me as I start the trail. I really feel welcome as squirrels, chipmunks, and birds inspect their new guest. In past trips I had the opportunity to catch a doe and her still spotted fawn. The youngster was spying on me as I snapped this picture. This time, however, I was getting the feeling I would have the whole lake to myself.

The trail is wide enough to accommodate two to three people across so you never feel cramped or rushed to get out of the way of other hikers. Along each side of the trail are fallen trees that now house many of the small animals who call the park home. There are countless trees: oaks, maples, and pines along with some birch and many others.


The switch from dirt to sand on the trail is nearly my only indication that I am reaching my destination. It appears almost out of nowhere. I am quickly awestruck by the scene. It is a relatively warm winter day. The sun is trying to poke through the clouds. All around me I see small patches of snow clinging on to their existence by a thread. The melting snow is creating a fog that puts me into a place not of this world.

It is that sacrifice which makes this trip visually stunning. There are countless times when I catch myself as its wistful solitude envelopes me. Only the occasional hiker brings me back to reality.

I take a deep breath, inhaling the smells of the surrounding vegetation. The stress just melts away and parts with me as I exhale. This is nature. I can feel it in my soul.

I continue on my venture around the lake. The waterfowl that normally invade the area during the fall have long since migrated south. Absent are the quacks of an army of ducks. Left to me is the most tranquil sound on this earth. It is indescribable. The only way to hear it is to clear your mind and truly listen. No animals stirring, no birds singing, no thoughts of work, bills, appointments; just the whisper of Mother Nature herself speaking in a cryptic dialect only understood in this wondrous habitat.

I am now on the other side of the lake from where I started. I can see the bench, which I have spent many hours enjoying the sweet melody of songbirds during the warmer months.

Suddenly there is a crashing in the woods. Small animals and birds thought to be absent scurry in all directions. Whatever is disturbing this frozen moment is quickly approaching. I ready my camera in eager anticipation. In an instant, the oncoming subject changes direction. The silent wind has conspired with my scent to betray me. Unable to get a decent shot I stand up to watch the white tail wave as it disappears into the surrounding trees.

One last shot before I depart these mystical surroundings.

Once again, it's time to return to civilization; a place where I feel more lost than anywhere else.