Shot this on a foggy morning in Bethany Beach. Photo by Mike Hartley
Often, I feel like I lose my way. Be it not focusing on what’s important now or finding ways to sidetrack myself. I’m torn between wanting to work on my hobbies 12 hours a day and kicking back and relaxing most of the day.
I try my best each day, but I know I’m not as productive as I would like to be at times. Finding a balance and being happy at the same time is tough. I still beat myself up when I relax too much or perceive that I have.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I’m worrying less about retaining as much information as I used to.
What is one man’s junk is another’s riches. As I look at my junk thinking I have riches.
I can’t figure out why I never needed a space heater till I got old.
Keeping spirits up for a friend who’s struggling is a good feeling.
Coming from a generation that used these, I have a better perspective and patience when I experience computer issues. I think back to when I began with computers and the waiting time to do things. And I wonder if things are being dismissed now out of how long it takes to do something.
A classic IBM Smith-Corona in Ellicott City store window. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’m feel the art of craftmanship is being lost. I think of how the process of something like photography has changed just since I started. Unloading film in the dark onto reels, pouring chemicals in and out, taking the negatives to the enlarger, moving exposed paper from tray to tray of chemicals under the red lights in a darkroom.
In some ways that attention to all the details and all the steps involved along the way made that final image something special. I guess growing up in a generation where everything was printed, I kind of still default to that in my photography. Yes, I have a photo site but making prints is what excites me.
I worry that so much could be lost on people’s electronic devices that much history could disappear. Plus, I like seeing images on walls and not just paint.
I still have thousands of slides to get digitized from my parent’s years. And prints made from the best of those. And I just looked over at my printer and thought I had better end this and get that device rolling.
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Shots from the same town for 3 weeks in a row, sorry about the repetition. Yep, I had to go to the vault again but no more after this week. I’m going outside again to a new town and will have fresh doors next week.
Pretty much fitting for this country now. A door on the left and one on the right.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Nothing a little love can’t fix.
Photo by Mike Hartley
This small town of Ellicott City is an endless source of material.
We all have them. None of us are exactly alike. How we deal with our differences is often the issue. In the last few months, it seems like I’ve encountered an increasing number of differences with people. Some, that I used to overlook, but now are much harder to accept.
I don’t know if it’s age and a growing lack of tolerance for BS or maybe I’m just noticing the differences more and accepting them less. Maybe it’s because differences have turned into non-negotiable points with some people. Like it or leave it sort of mentality.
Could be those around me are also getting older and struggling with differences also compounding situations.
Maybe I’m the one who’s different and people are just less accepting of it now.
Or maybe others are just more front and center in my face now.
For today, I’ll pick get a haircut and look a little different.
Had to get a different color flower in the shoot. Photo by Mike Hartley
I think it’s something old in me that makes me think every time I need a haircut or trim my beard, should I let it go. Should I let it down past the shoulders again, or bring back the burly beard?
I hadn’t trimmed the beard in a while, so it was getting thick and a bit long. I looked in the mirror with trimmers in hand motionless. Do I skip it and let it grow long? Do I change the setting to a longer setting than I normally use?
Damn, this happens to me every time. Same with the haircut. I start with stupid crap like thinking of the money you could save. Think of how good that long hair felt in my teens, 20s and 30s. I never went the tattoo or piercing routes so maybe that was the rebel in me.
I haven’t cared much what others thought of my style except my better half, and she is tolerant with me. The only thing that stops me is the time in between it takes getting long again. I remember letting it go during Covid and it still wasn’t near being long again.
Plus, I do remember the extra care and it being a pain in the wind. So, I guess we’re sticking with the short cut and neatly trimmed beard.
I try to be consistent. Like the waves hitting the shore. Some days smoothly, some days with thunder. But every day, every few seconds we break onshore. Blogging is one thing that keeps me consistent. Trying to get new images for it keeps me consistent.
I’m much more pleased with the images I share than the words. I wish I could express my thoughts more clearly at times and come up with interesting and witty topics/subjects.
Photo by Mike Hartley
I think it’s partially because I’m confused as to what I want to do and accomplish. In some ways the blog is a lot of fun and play. In other ways it’s kind of serious to me. I don’t mind doing it in obscurity for the most part. I do it for the few that might come across it and see or read something they like, a few family members and a very few friends who look at it and mainly for myself.
In some ways it’s like a daily challenge. I go through other blogs reading and gazing at wonderful words and images. And I think to myself I want to be part of that and see if something I create works. In other ways it’s practice for the book I hope to write for my kids someday.
Occasionally blogging is for my own therapy. Maybe expressing some things or thoughts that are part of me. It certainly helps me start the day right and in better spirits. Well, most days. Blogging inspires me to read more and open my mind. It allows me to see places and learn about them that I won’t get a chance to visit and see in my lifetime.
I do know one thing. I’ve been inside for far too long and I’m getting out this week and will have a ton of new shooting to share.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I see we tied the record low temp for this day at 3 degrees this morning. Not a record I like to see tied or broken.
It’s much easier to know people now by just listening to them.
A great opportunity is before all of us. We can fix things.
It’s surprising how few friendships last a lifetime.
Taking daily meds is how I keep track of the day of the week.
Go ahead, set the bar high for yourself. That way you’re doing it for yourself and not someone else. And by choosing what you set the bar for, success is more likely.
Riding high. Photo by Mike Hartley
Doing a bit of a reset myself. I’ve been frozen like this weather in my progress. This coming week that all changes.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I just realized how many choices I’ve made already in the short time I’ve been awake, and it’s scary.
From Washington Post hero to zero in a little over a decade. Nice stewardship.
I’m surprised at how some are surprised that Trump posted something racist. Duhh
Dogs have so much love. And I’m a loving person. But it can get annoying.
There is a collective sigh of pain from a lot of people who worked at The Washington Post.
With the feels like temp at -18 degrees when I started this post, I think this might not be the season yet for this guy. But I’m dreaming of warmer weather soon. I have to think of warmer weather with that cold wind whipping outside.
Adding some color to this colorless season of winter. Photo by Mike Hartley
Thankfully we have been able to stay under power today. The lights flickered once or twice but that was it. I do see lots of branches and sticks that will need picking up once the big melt comes along. That won’t be today unfortunately or anytime soon unfortunately.
My friends have been talking about spending more time in a warmer climate. Easier said than done for some of us. I don’t have the money for a second home or to live in another spot for a few months out of the year. And that is okay because I’m not sure I’d want to own a home in Florida for instance.
Insurance for storms, upkeep, renting it when not in use are all headaches I don’t need. Plus, I’m not a big fan of flying and that is too long of a drive to do on any regular basis.
We have settled on a few trips here and there. But till then, we endure.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I never knew it could be this cold out with bright sunshine.
I see the publisher of The Washington Post resigned. In the 2 years since I’ve been gone you and JB have pretty much destroyed that publication. Should look good on your resume Will.
The house is filled with smells from the kitchen as snack day gets underway.
MAGA cheering against our Olympic team because they hold a different political view is typical of the intolerance of anyone who holds a different view than theirs.
Yesterday I saw a note about an old high school classmate who passed. It was kind of surprising because I saw her for the first time since high school at our 50th reunion. She looked healthy and was even on the walk the day after the reunion.
I got a chance to talk a little bit with her at the reunion. After the walk around the lake the next morning everyone was going over to Whole Foods for a snack before splitting up again. I ran over to my car and got two pictures I had found in my old HS yearbook. One was her and one was for another old friend who grew up the street from me.
The shot of Helen was from when I did yearbook photography, and it was of her with the homecoming court because she was the Homecoming Queen. She was in her cheerleader uniform because it was halftime at a football game where they were announcing the homecoming court for our senior year.
When I caught up, she was still walking up outside, and I gave her the shot. It was black and white and only 5×7, but she looked deeply at it for a bit, slowing her walk substantially. 50 years ago, is a lot to look back at yourself. She looked up and smiled and said thank you and started to hand it back to me, but I said it was hers. She slowly slid it into her purse, and we joined a number of friends in the food court for lunch.
We talked a little there and went our own ways. I wonder if she was sick then and not sharing it with anyone. She looked good so I didn’t suspect a thing. But a lot of us have been through some trials and face things while looking completely or almost normal. But for some reason her death less than 3 months after seeing and sharing with her startled me a bit.
I’m glad I was able to catch up with her, hopefully the picture gave her a few more smiles. I just downloaded the group shot that was taken at the end of the reunion. I looked at her face and many others. I saw people that day that were very at ease with each other. None of that teenage awkwardness. People introducing spouses, discussing careers and retirement, catching up and sharing names and events with laugher. Hugs and handshakes, goodbye again not thinking we won’t be here tomorrow.
Seems like yesterday we entered high school and then graduated. Seems like yesterday that I retired, went to my high school reunion and remembered.
So thankful for the reminder of how precious each day is and hoping to make the best of it today and tomorrow if I’m granted such a gift. Rest easy Helen.
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These were shot around the town of Ellicott City Maryland. The same place last week’s images were taken but from a different year.
Looks like a house built with a prank door.
Rather strange images in the windows and doors. Photo by Mike Hartley
I know there is a door around here somewhere!
If that door had teeth, it would bite you. Photo by Mike Hartley
This establishment moved up the street a few years ago and is still thriving in a larger spot.
Maybe the trains that would pass right next to them got to be too much. Photo by Mike Hartley
Our County Welcome Center. Greetings
This used to be the Ellicott City Post Office. Photo by Mike Hartley
This is a sad one. Closed after 50 years of fine dining in December. Tersiguel’s
We’ve had the pleasure of dining here before. Thank you. Photo by Mike Hartley
I worked at The Washington Post for 26 years. The former Miracle on 15th Street. Yesterday’s news of layoffs by the hundreds of people hurt to hear. I saw people I knew on LinkedIn yesterday saying they were some of the affected and putting their names and skills out there for new jobs. And what a time and industry to be looking for work.
In my opinion, Jeff Bezos had some guts in the beginning but then lost his nerve and bent the knee to Trump. And in its wake is the remnants of a once proud institution. And if it continues on its present course will soon be a complete non-factor. Wonder what happened to that golden touch.
But then again, he didn’t lose his golden touch, he’s continued to get much, much richer. The Post is just a pawn to keep those other ventures thriving. It’s a sacrificial lamb. He knows nothing about the business or integrity or truth. The Washington Post is like a nickel and penny and some lint in his pocket.
It is my opinion that he missed a very important and special opportunity to change history. He could have led the change. But no, he chose to follow the path he’s always taken. Chase that $$$. Hey, nobody is perfect. It would have taken a lot of courage to tell the narcissist with dementia to shove it and then compete with his lies. But of all the people on earth in a position and opportunity to do that, you didn’t.
Hey, I understand, new wife. You can push off on one of I guess many ocean-going vessels or planes and leave this country anytime you want. It’s an easy call not to want to deal with the crazies in this country. Why put yourself in danger of the extremist that would take your challenge like general on the other side leading the charge against them.
But even with all that said, maybe if you didn’t back the movie Melania, you could have saved these layoffs. If you have no future intentions to let the Post regain its integrity, mission and place in the industry, please consider selling to someone who is.
I just hoped if I were in your shoes I would have made a different choice.
To those losing their jobs. My heart goes out to you and your families. I wish you much luck and success in your future.
Lobby of the old Washington Post building. Photo by Mike Hartley
Some views I always return to. This former lighthouse was a place we have stayed a few times before. Like everything the price has gone up a bit, and it’s been a while since we have been back. When it’s just the two of us, I’ll always check the rates before heading down. The view from the bayfront rooms is great.
It’s one of the few places in town where you feel you have some space and it’s still a quick walk to the beach.
The Lighthouse Hotel. Bayside Ocean City MD. Photo by Mike Hartley
The Route 90 bridge behind it has a beautiful sunset over it and then the lights of the cars coming into town flicker between the railings. A quick walk over a foot bridge to Fager’s Island for some fine or casual dining. Then out to the gazebo out on the water after a great meal to feel the warm summer breeze.
Many enjoy the bands and dancing that goes till closing. Of course, this can get a bit crowded during the peak of the season. Which is great because the whole place is one big party.
If I can just hold on for another month or two and escape winter, I’ll be okay.
Good morning from Maryland. I like our state flag. When I come across a shot I’ve taken with one, I’ll find a way to work post it here and there. I love living here. So much of it is positive. I think I also lived here at the perfect time. When it changed from rural to suburbs and city.
I’m loading up one of the Ocean City webcams to catch the morning sunrise over the Atlantic. I’ve been up for a bit, editing and writing. I make a lot of progress early in the mornings. Less distractions, errands, tasks, chores and appointments.
Even though it says Telephone, it’s an ATM. Photo by Mike Hartley
Went to another funeral service yesterday with my better half. Wishing it was the old days when we went to weddings back-to-back weeks instead of funerals.
But today is filled with opportunities to be had. I’ll start the day with improving my personal appearance with a much-needed haircut. I’m going to load the photo bag up and maybe do an hour or two of shooting around our area. Still pretty cold to be out long stretches, for me at least.
My better half has been prepping the house for a visit from a family member. I’ll share a picture of her tomorrow evening. She is certainly the neediest member of the entire family but also easy to love.
It’s funny some days I realize how limited I’ve looked at life for long periods of time in my life. Glad I removed a lot of those obstacles.
Isn’t it great when the waves of life are in sync with your step.
Choosing what to focus on today. I was thinking of doing some painting. Yesterday I downloaded and edited a ton of studio shots I did last week and uploaded some family images. Also, a few blog posts, some housekeeping and emails. Then I worked on a few illustrations.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Making choices each day is harder than I thought in retirement. I guess that is a biproduct of having a lot of interest. But am I losing focus on the one important thing? I never know really with the exception when I make the call to spend time with family and friends.
People and relationships are always the most important. If they are the right ones.
Even though I wonder recently, should I use a little of that family/friend time to work on a few of my projects more. It actually just worked out that way for a while when I was sick and some friends were out of town for a bit. It was an unusual gap in time which turned out to be productive in other ways.
Right now, it’s time for a little face maintenance or as some would say, trimming the beard. Which reminds me I like the few videos I’ve seen of young fathers shaving their beards and then surprising their young kids with the new face. It’s funny how strongly the young ones associate the facial hair with their father and when it’s gone how upset they get. I’m tempted to do it to one of my grandchildren, but I like my beard too much.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Monday was Groundhog Day. Sort of feels like it’s been that each day for the past year.
I’m not thrilled about having to go outside today.
Lies are always harder and harder to sustain.
I can’t imagine being in law enforcement now and being faced with the coming decisions. I think there is something in there about protect and serve.
I like how pictures I take sometimes inspire me to post. I saw this street sign and biker combo and thought of myself. I walk now, but I used to ride. And did I enjoy that. I learned on an 82 Suzuki GS 250 Twin if memory serves me right. Might have been a 450 but I think it was just the 250cc.
Graduated to a larger 1100cc 85 Honda Shadow after that. I wasn’t a daily rider except for short stretches of time. Things have gotten more dangerous around here since I road. Lots more traffic volume and of course lots more people taking chances. If I road now it would be with a group. Most drivers aren’t stupid enough to piss off several bikers, old or not.
I read where sales of new motorcycles have been declining. And the average age of the rider has gotten much older so when these guys stop the numbers will be even worse. An article said the average age of the rider today is 47 and when I got my big bike in 1985 the average was 27 years old. To me that tells me young people are not buying bikes and as these older riders go will a younger generation emerge or will the art be limited to a few.
Then again, the way some states maintain roads you may need a motorcycle to get around in the future.
Looks like it listens to commands. But it won’t be out and about in these weather or conditions in the mid-Atlantic.
I know a few people that love this color. Looks nice on this but I’m not a yellow car owner. The Hawaiian Lei hanging over the rear-view mirror is a nice touch. Photo by Mike Hartley
Our monthly Miata Club meeting yesterday was postponed due to weather. I thought I had missed it because I had a chance to have a meal with my daughter and that is a much higher priority, even if it was a nice summer day.
With it being windy and very cold, like single digits or less, depending on the strength of the wind someone made a wise call. But we have some diehards in the group apparently because they are going to shoot for this coming Sunday and the long-term forecast for that day says a high of 22 degrees and a low of 8. I’ll get back onboard next month.
These winter months are hard on car guys. No shows, no cruising, no washing and waxing and detailing, no top down. AHHHH it’s killing me. I need a garage so I can at least sit in comfort.
Random Thoughts of the Day
When the temperature is like this, I will find any excuse I can to not go outside.
Work, work, work, isn’t it great. Guess I like what I’m doing.
When I lose sight of the desk, it’s time to clean.
Wine, candles, beautiful fixtures and tub. Bathing on Main Street? Well, to each their own.
There is a place for everything. Photo by Mike Hartley
I would say another start to the week, but time and weeks have become almost irrelevant. Yeah, I have things to do as businesses and government offices reopen. Schools are getting back in session. But really, it’s an open day. The kind I like.
An early start on the computer and some exercise have my spirits up. I’ve had to change my exercise routine a bit. More weights this week while the toe heals. It will be a nice change of pace being I’ve concentrated on the time on the treadmill for the most part.
One thing that is on the agenda for today is dealing with the Department of Motor Vehicles. They have cashed the check for our tag renewals, but we have not received them. And as of yesterday, we don’t have current stickers on our vehicle. This better not result in me having to make a personal visit to a DMV office.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Mondays don’t feel like Mondays used to. And that’s a good thing.
Progress begets progress.
I’ve got to write and call a few good friends today.
I apologize in advance for the cursing outside I’ll be doing while inflating a low tire pressure issue on the car.
I find myself smiling at the opportunities ahead of me some mornings.
It’s nice to see the sun rising earlier each day now.
Another water picture to indicate how my weekend is going. That’s because life is flowing smoothly. That calm stream is like my thoughts on this fine day. Ah the first day of February also. Not that dates mean much anymore except for appointments.
I saw my son and his family yesterday and I saw my daughter today. Maybe that is why my spirits are so high. Opportunity to do something special this evening is strong.
Then again so is the throbbing pain in my right foot where I have a severely discolored toe due to ramming it into a piece of ice outside earlier. So, a doctor’s visit might be on the schedule tomorrow in addition to a haircut.
No, I’m not sure what that object is in the water. Photo by Mike Hartley
Being that the treadmill is off the table I’m going to pick up some weights tonight.
It’s the weekend so it’s a fluid situation. A swirl of activities, plans and places. As much as possible inside of course. Like this water I’m going to try to increase my movement to keep from freezing over.
There is a sense of urgency in me now again after the holiday season and being under the weather for a while. I have so many half-finished projects that need to be complete. This coming month is a good time to knock all of them out. I’ll refer to it as Finishary.
Why does darker water look deeper? Photo by Mike Hartley
I have prepped one area for a new display. I’ve decided to expand the large print collection of Arlington National Cemetery and add another wall in the basement to it to help me decide on a final series.
A little more sanding on a wooden mug for an old friend and I can get to carving a special figure into it. His initials are on the other side. I’m thinking of adding his nickname to the piece also but might skip that one.
The list is long of things to complete and there is a task at hand before I get to those things. Plus, it’s still the last day of January so I will get a running start this afternoon.
A ton of snow and ice outside that’s going to take a while to disappear. So why not add some white from the inside. Flowers in the heart of winter give hope that there is spring.
I know a few people who love yellow. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’m starting to feel like a block of ice the longer I’m outside.
Random Thoughts of The Day
It had better be a very hot and long summer to make up for this winter.
Crap, almost out of a few inks for my photo printer, better order today before I run out.
I’m worried that my normal dark tan this summer might lead to an unfortunate encounter. I can see a border control asking me a question and my smart ass answering No Habla Ingles.
Amazon acquired the film Melina for 40 million dollars and is spending another 35 million dollars on marketing. I see Bezos is going to cut staff at Amazon by 16,000 people and at The Washington Post with number much smaller but with devastating impact. Wonder if that is the tradeoff to make up for the loss?
A change of pace for me getting in on the action early in the day for Thursday Doors. I have a fairly long list of excuses for not shooting new doors, it’s cold, it’s very cold, the snow and ice are making it colder, I know I’d be cold, and I bet the camera batteries don’t like the cold.
Therefore, I have reverted again to my vault of photography.
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Doors with my Comments this week.
No, I don’t care if the sign says Open Come on in! – I’m not going through that door.
Photo by Mike Hartley
These were all shot the same day in November of 2018. About 6 months after a nasty flood which destroyed a good portion of the town.
Security System – If they can’t get to your front door, that’s secure.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Debris is still in the street’s months later. Almost 10 inches of rain in a few hours and overdeveloped surrounding areas spelled devastation for downtown. This old firehouse sits up on the hill, on Church Road, but Main Street is right beside it, and much was lost there.
Sorry, I needed a warm photo to look at. I spent 3 hours outside removing snow and ice yesterday. And given the temps we will be looking at the white stuff for at least another week or more. And talk of another possible storm this weekend. Isn’t life grand. Someone please transport me to spring.
If I remember correctly, I shot this while sitting in my convertible along the side of the road on Rt 99 between Rt 32 and Rt 97. Photo by Mike Hartley
This shot appealed to me for another reason. I’m kind of relaxed and this shot merged with that feeling. I love watching horses graze in the fields during the spring, summer and fall months. There are more than a few horse farms around this way so a short drive will always get me to some.
There are a few obligations today but some more time on the treadmill and picking up a paint brush will be on my agenda and maybe a simple meal out with my better half.
Random Thoughts of the Day
When I write my grandchildren, I imagine the smile they have when they get my notes and pictures.
There is cold and then there is this week.
The grouper sandwich at Oscars is great. I also love their crab soup.
Look for the good people. They are all around you.
Details in life are important. I was very detailed in my work because it was a necessity. So many in life are easily overlooked.
Like this photo. A bit drab indeed. But the guy in the red hoodie by the beach and faint shadow of the freighter in the distance just to his left are easily missed. Especially if you’re looking at this image on a phone or even small laptop, I’m guessing.
Pick through life’s images carefully. Photo by Mike Hartley
I wonder if I’m missing details. Being removed from that type of work for a few years now has certainly changed me. I’m not as hyper or fixated on minute details. I couldn’t take my eyes off screens before. Now I walk away without hesitation.
Retirement is nice. It allowed me to see other things I wasn’t when I was wrapped up in another’s life (the job). Just being more relaxed allows me to look at things differently.
What I once passed by as a throwaway image sometimes now catches my eye and pleases me.
The snow and sleet are here. So obviously my mind wanders to the shore and sun and sand.
I was just looking at the event calendar for the Ocean City. There are a few things I think we will attend this year that we haven’t before.
Maybe a daytrip for Springfest. We were down for the International Kite Festival and that was cool and I’d love to try some more photography again. There is another kite event in September. Maybe one of the car shows, in May or October. I hear the air show in June is great.
We’ve been wanting to return to the Peach Festival in Berlin MD in August. And if I have my way this year I’ll be hoping in the Miata and taking a few day trips when the weather is warm and sunny.
We haven’t stayed at Bethany Beach in a while so we will add that to the list this year. I was disappointed in my effort to spend time there last year but that won’t be the case this year.
Catching sunrise and sunset completes a day. But catching fish is also fun. Photo by Mike Hartley
Word is there is a white out on the way in Central Maryland. Just a little moisture coming. So, I’ll think of spring.
Photo by Mike Hartley
I guess I can deal with a few drops of moisture.
Photo by Mike Hartley
But after stepping outside a few minutes ago it’s the cold I’m worried about. I guess I should make sure the batteries on the cameras are charged because this kind of weather takes a toll on them fast.
Random Thoughts of the Day
When you having trouble going on with life as normal, when things aren’t normal and you stop going on with life as normal, you’re having a normal reaction.
It bothers me that trying hard and being smart is difficult for some people to deal with. And no, I’m not talking about me, I’m not smart, but I do know some people who are.
And on the health front – Houston, we have a problem – CDC Measles page
Fingers crossed that we maintain power to our homes this week. I’d miss working on the blog and photo editing.
Our children again gave my wife the wonderful gift of time for her birthday. They came yesterday and spent the night and morning with us. I spent the afternoon cleaning up and recovering. I love playing with grandkids so much. And the 9-month-old girl is so precious and expressive she reminds me how special life is.
I could use one of those to clear my driveway of snow. Photo by Mike Hartley
My spirits are up this evening after catching up on some rest. I figure I’ll be out in the middle of the night shoveling a bit depending on how fast and much is falling.
Which reminds me if you don’t see me for a few days we may have lost power. Otherwise, I’ll be right here spitting out some snow pictures and thought of the day.
Random Thoughts of the Day
How many more lies about people murdered in plain sight will we endure before we all say STOP. Does it have to be one of our own children who is shot before we raise our voices.
Been a lot of years since I shoveled significant snow. And my daughter reminded me yesterday that I missed the last really big one 10 years ago because I had just finished radiation treatments for a few months. And my children dug us out.
I love the quiet of snow in the early morning hours before sunrise.
But right now, I’m enjoying some aggressive rock and roll. I’ve got to get in the right frame of mind to get through the mess of weather on the way. I’m going to be Neil Peart with a shovel.
Finding the right spot in life is never ending search.
Find your calm. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’ll be finding my peaceful spot on Sunday while shoveling snow. It’s always so quiet outside early in the morning. I’m always the first one outside. Especially when it’s going to be a deep snow, I’ll do it in a few sessions. Now if the back will hold up for the duration, we will be good.
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I’m sliding into another Thursday Doors a day late, unprepared and having to dive into the archive again, so I thought it appropriate to start with a sliding door.
This door is closed but they also post a sign that says Be Happy in the window.
No, it’s not the 4th of July. But I still like the burst of color and if you use your imagination, you can hear a boom. I’m not feeling as spry as this flower and there is still much to do today.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Interesting, it will be almost 10 years to the day that this area had its last big snowfall. 2016 was 2 feet or more. I’m not sure just like anyone isn’t about this weekend but each day the target on us seems to grow.
I’ll need gas for the generator which I’ll get today. I also have a few other tasks before test starting it Saturday afternoon. Then I’ll bring it back inside and hope it isn’t needed.
The shovels are at the ready. I’ll be doing it in stages. Hopefully it will be light and I can plow it.
In editing some photos this morning, I ran across this image just as I was contemplating either a pop tart or piece of cinnamon toast for breakfast.
The waffles, strawberries, and grapes look more appealing than that pop tart in the foil wrapper. Saturday I’ll be cooking a big breakfast for the family. Well, I’ll be helping with the bacon, sausage, toast and muffins, preparation and cleanup. My better half is making the main dish.
I hope you all are having a good breakfast this morning. Photo by Mike Hartley
I almost didn’t recognize this as our kitchen. It’s got to be almost 10 years old. The table is gone, the walls are not green, and I know the floor has changed. My better half redesigned our kitchen, and it’s beautiful. I know she wants to get into the basement, but I’ve kept her at bay so far.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Feeling recharged after seeing my best friends last night.
Looks like an opportunity to get some snow pictures coming up.
Managing to increase my exercise time this week.
What an embarrassment that speech was yesterday by Trump. Then again aren’t they all.
This coming week I won’t be going outside without my gloves on.
This was still an active fire station growing up and even when I worked in the town in the 70s. Those sirens would blare through our building and especially the pressroom when the loading dock door was open, which it was most of the time unless it was cold.
That was about the only noise that could drown out the roar of the press. I always liked that the guys would come in from the pressroom to get the plates for the next run, and they would forget they weren’t standing by the press, and they would yell, and then catch themselves and laugh.
In 1977 the Montgomery Road fire station opened. I missed the sirens when they left.
I love this little town. Photo by Mike Hartley
Today it’s The Wine Bin. A great store that anchors the top end of Main Street.
Has he been helping himself with some of the merchandise? Photo by Mike Hartley
Had a very productive day in many aspects on Tuesday. Lots of logistics and orders taken care of. Spent some time editing and uploading images, added some images to a few picture walls I’m working on and got dinner ready.
WordPress just sent a note that this is my 12th anniversary with them. Time does fly. I’ve had fun sharing some photos and thoughts. I like this community.
I like angles and textures. Shot at National Harbor. Photo by Mike Hartley
Our grandchild sitting got postponed so I’ve had a lot of time to devote to the computer and get some exercise. I’m so glad I have that treadmill with this bitter cold outside.
This old body and very cold temps aren’t a good mix. I’m starting to look forward to that workout like I do working on the blog. Each day, every day.
A good Tuesday morning to all. I guess most of you are back at work and school today. Feeling kind of inspired again today myself, but I no longer have those commitments. Not that I don’t continue to learn and keep active, just no job or classes to attend.
Music always helps things move in the right direction. Do you remember the days when the DJ on the radio had control over your playlist? Whoa, I just dated myself.
I was just thinking back when I started to listen to music on the AM radio in the car in the early 60s. There was still a record player in the house that played 78 rpm vinyl records. And I still have some of those from my parents. The holiday music was nice, but they had some big band and orchestra records that were kind of upbeat.
I believe in 66 I got a 33-rpm record player and stereo. Music took on a whole new meaning because of two things. The sound quality on FM and more progressive formats introducing new music and albums instead of early Beatles singles on 45 rpm disk.
Drum set in window of Bill’s Music in Catonsville. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’ve gotten so tired over my lifetime replacing my music. Albums, 8 tracks, cassettes, CDs, iPods, MP3s, iTunes and Streaming.
When I found out that the new models of the car I like don’t come with CD players, I decided to keep mine for much longer. It’s got all the technology I need so I’ll just rebuild it as it ages.
I like listening to instrumental music when I paint. I like classic rock most of the time but especially when driving and exercising. I like ballads when reflecting on something. There are a couple songs (Hey Jude, Wish You Were Here, House of Pain), that give me pause and make me miss some close people.
Blues and Motown sometimes while writing. Maybe some hard rock while photo editing. Maybe that is why I’m so ruthless when first going through fresh images. It does help my pace though.
The daily writing assignments wants to know – What’s your dream Job? – A little late for that question for this guy. I’m retired, but I’m still working hard in many ways. And I guess you could call it my dream job.
I’ve become my own little publisher here. I’m enjoying some photography and arts. I’m my own event coordinator and exercise mentor. During the warm months I’m a roadster driver with the top down.
I’m working hard on becoming a grandfather the grandchildren remember and admire. I’m studying the balance of exercise and challenges while acknowledging my age and not hurting myself.
A chef hat is occasionally worn, and I hope to add party host to the list of titles I’m working on.
I’m still playing landscaping crew and home handyman. I dream of subbing these out someday.
Just give me a camera and computer. Photo by Mike Hartley
A great meal was had at Kelsey’s Restaurant Irish Pub on Sunday afternoon. We started with Crab Toast which is always great. I had the Wagyu Smash Burger with onion straws, and my better half had the Veggie Bowl with Steak. And both of those were excellent.
Service was good as usual and they had the early NFL game on all the sets, so life was good as the food.
Hey, it’s Maryland. We eat Crab year-round. Photo by Mike Hartley
We did go there with a bit of a heavy heart. My better half lost her uncle, and they used to eat there with her parents when visiting from Philly. So, maybe the 4 of them have a table together again.
I’ll go the Irish route next visit. Just had a taste for a burger. Photo by Mike Hartley
When you see a review it’s at a place that we would return to anytime. I’m not going to do bad reviews. As mom said, if you don’t have anything good to say about someone or something it’s better to not say anything at all.
I never thought about living in a police state. One where freedoms are illusions. But that certainly seems to be the direction we may be headed in. Calling out the military will be the last step. It will just expand from there and the election will be in jeopardy.
If I’m not mistaken the term Marshell Law comes to mind. Hey, I’ve been shocked about the last 12 months and the failure of both congress and senate. And they say take people at their word and he has said to beat, shoot or hang those that oppose him.
Photo by Mike Hartley
I guess it’s possible. There are countries where that is the case. Ones controlled by criminals.
The current administration is the closest thing in my time to feeling that. Basically, if you disagree with anything he proposes, says or does, you are the enemy. And I’m fine with that. Never thought I’d be labeled the enemy in my own country but hey, this isn’t the first Civil War.
And I have no problem being the opposition to the orange one. Bullies are never as tough as they pretend to be. We can make a difference.
Sometimes words provide an insight into life and purpose that we know is there but not defined well. I went back and found some words that I think provide those insights from the man whose day we celebrate today.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Important Quotes from MLK I like.
It is always the right time to do the right thing.
May I stress the need for courageous, intelligent, and dedicated leadership… Leaders of sound integrity. Leaders not in love with publicity, but in love with justice. Leaders not in love with money, but in love with humanity. Leaders who can subject their particular egos to the greatness of the cause.
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
The SILENCE of the good people is more DANGEROUS than the BRUTALITY of the bad people
We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.
Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’
No work is insignificant. All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity.
If you can’t be a sun, be a star. For it isn’t by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.
I was looking for a sunrise this morning but that doesn’t seem to be on the agenda. When I checked the webcams at Ocean City this morning I saw overcast and rain. Out my window there is light snow mixed with rain. Crap.
This shot is from the National Harbor area on a sunny day. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’m missing my sunrise this morning and that is not good for the inspiration. I get a lot of energy from the sun.
Looks like I’ll have to find the inspiration within this day. A good start was made on the treadmill already and I hope to keep the exercise going strong. I’ve also done some studio work today and have a hundred or so shots to download and edit.
We are having a meal out today so maybe a food review later. Certainly, some painting today. Maybe even a little football watching. What’s not to like about this day.
Okay, who stole the beach? I used to like these walkways to the beach at Bethany before storms took them away. Nature gives and nature takes away. Maryland and Delaware spend tens of millions of dollars on beach replenishment almost every year.
An old shot at Bethany Beach. Photo by Mike Hartley
Luckily these and other efforts sustain these beach towns we all enjoy. And while storms have certainly been severe, none have been of the destruction you see with the hurricanes in south. The thin beaches and dune lines get taken away or pushed back often as it is.
I fear what I see happening in the Outer Banks, possibly happening here one day. I just hope it’s not in my lifetime.
Hold on boardwalk. Photo by Mike Hartley
You might have noticed I haven’t been crowing about my favorite University of Maryland Basketball team as much in previous posts. I still love them, I knew it would be a tough year replacing the whole team and coaches. I’m still going to get to games. I’m enjoying the regular season because chances of making March Madness go down early in the season with key injuries, but our chances were still slim. I have no less enthusiasm for them. I’ve adjusted expectations. Something a lot of fans do, because you can’t win every year.
Random Thoughts of the Day
First time I’ve slept past noon in a while. Of course, going to bed at 7am was the incentive.
I can’t believe they sent snowplows out in our neighborhood for a dusting of snow. And no, I’m not one of those people who complain about how long it takes for them to plow when it does snow good.
Remembering my wife’s uncle who’s on his last days. I liked both her Uncle Ron and Uncle Fran.
The purge has started. Yep, I’m cleaning the basement.
The sun has set. The dinner consumed. The days chores behind us. My better half is asleep early. The feels like temp is -9 degrees so it’s too cold to venture outside.
I believe this is called the prickly pear cactus.Photo by Mike Hartley
I guess I’ll have to be content with the tools in my office and basement to be happy this evening.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I look forward to every day. Some more than others though.
A day where I didn’t feel like I accomplished anything till I looked back and saw allot completed.
If you’re not scared, you should be. Idiots in charge are dangerous.
I have my weekly pill dispenser to tell me the day of the week. I have my daily desk calendar to tell me the date, and my computer monitor to tell me the time. Somehow my innate sense of all those things without help left me sometime in the last two years.
When I can find something to inspire my grandchildren it’s a very good day.
Which pond do you swim in. One might be safer, but the other may present more opportunities. We make these decisions about jobs throughout our lives. I might not have made the right ones from time to time, but I guess it’s okay in the end.
Pick a pool. Photo by Mike Hartley
In some ways I thought I was through with those choices when I retired. But when I think about how to use time, it’s the same way. Do I choose a comfortable path or maybe challenge myself more. The calm or choppy waters.
I find it harder to leave my comfort zone the older I get. I have to fight that and challenge myself more.
I’m digging into the archive again. Not that I’ve been lazy, just a few other things taking priority. But I’m on a mission to be here regularly and start a few more challenges this year. I’ll come with a stronger selection next week.
As always, thanks to the creator of Thursday Doors and please follow the link to Dan’s site – No Facilities for far more talented posts of this week’s doors and much more.
I can’t let the week pass without commenting on how many NFL coaches have been shown the DOOR. Or have chosen the exit stage left door.
I’ve got to admit, the first door on Time Bomb Tattoos is missing in action.
Behind step #5. Photo by Mike Hartley
And this door with the no trespassing sign on it, with the don’t walk crossing light and traffic guard. Pretty building for not wanting business.
You wear colors like that in the middle of the street. Photo by Mike Hartley
Usually there is a candle on the table I work at with my easel. I was closing up the other night and had turned off the lights and was walking away when I noticed I hadn’t blown it out. I walked back and put my head down to do it and saw my dad’s flag in its case about 10 feet behind it on the wall.
Took a few moments to think about him.
I hope I leave my children with many good memories. Some have few to draw from. So they are charished even more. Photo by Mike Hartley
After I smiled, picked up the camera from the coffee table that was acting as a studio spot and took this shot before heading to bed.
Feeling at peace with myself early this Wednesday morning. Both relaxed and excited. The anticipation of seeing some of my grandchildren this week is putting a smile on my face. Spent some time with one of my best friends, Tuesday evening identifying and fixing the problems of the world.
Just seemed like the image to lead off a new day. Photo by Mike Hartley
I was tempted to do a food review. We went to a local spot that we know has good food, but other things bring it down. And I’ve vowed to just do reviews on establishments that leave me feeling good on a lot of levels. Therefore, I can say positive things I like about the restaurant and make everyone happy and maybe not misjudge someone having a bad day.
Unfortunately, this isn’t the case here because it’s the same issue repeatedly. Too bad because the kitchen does a nice job. So maybe a good food review tomorrow.
So, no more words, just a picture to bring some calm to a tough day. I’ve got to get to work on the daily writing prompt.
Random Thoughts of the Morning
One of the best parts of being retired is no more rush hour driving.
I’m trying to train myself to sit with proper posture. After decades of poor positioning, it’s a struggle.
Does everyone have a good luck charm?
Websters has added a line to the definition of the word Lucky. = grandparents who get to see their grandchildren often.
It’s a neat trick to tell someone what the saw with their own eyes, isn’t that, but something else and having them believe you.
It would take a hell of a lot of exercise to compensate for the number of Coca Cola’s I’d like to drink every day. Good thing I learned control.
Dentist and Doctors. We all see them, well at least we should. Recently the dentist asked me to come back for work that must be scheduled to get done. I’ve never had more than a few cavities in my lifetime. I need my first crown I’m told. Anyway, I asked questions about this procedure and the reasons for it and they satisfied me.
In a sense that’s a no brainer. But other decisions get more difficult as time goes on. I’ve seen it with our parents and older friend. From tough decisions like hip and knee replacements to more serious ones like treatments for serious health challenges.
Health to me comes down to quality of life. I’m trying to prepare myself all the time for adjustments I may have to make. For instance, my hands one day won’t be able to type with the fluid motion I once had. I already noticed I’m not as fast as I used to be. I may have to use voice recognition at some point in the distant future.
I walk as much now as I can just in case one day I can’t. Photo by Mike Hartley
Mobility has also changed. When younger, there wasn’t obstacle or path that couldn’t be overcome. Now I stick to better trails because I don’t need a torn ligament, broken ankle, kneecap or hip. I even use the treadmill some days that it’s nice outside just because each step is predictable and not challenged by me looking around and not watching where I’m going.
A while back life started being about adaptability to change. Not to just those external things but within your own body and mind. Of course, we are the lucky ones. Many face these challenges early and have lived a lifetime with a disability or disease and persevered.
While each of us will be faced with our own challenges and decisions, we all have to make a collective decision on how to move ahead with healthcare. By not making a decision, we are making one to leave a significant part of the population without healthcare while at the same time making hospitals and ones who have insurance pay for those uninsured because they will go to hospitals for treatment covered or not.
It’s a moral, financial, logistical and industry discission. It’s too complex to be taken as separate pieces. In my opinion it must be fixed as a whole. It’s going to still include painful decisions. Do we spread the cost for those in need of the greatest financial care due to the complexity of their illness or disease. Or do we change them much more for insurance, making the cost for others less.
How do we structure prescription and insurance industries. How do all the hospitals survive, do the profitable ones share with the rural ones struggling? Same with people, those decisions are being made every day in every country including this one. Many different levels of care are available to those with the money for it than those without resources.
There are some brilliant articles from many scholars on the issue of healthcare. Many with some good ideas. But it comes down to you and I and how we vote to solve this. I don’t see anyone on any side pushing any plan that will get to the heart of the issue because it all involves tough choices.
Please
So, we push the broken barrel down the road for another year while the system gets worse. And more people go bankrupt each year from medical bills, (you should look at those numbers). Hospitals continue to struggle till they shut down. People in the profession get burnt out or don’t have the supplies, tools or meds needed or aren’t paid for the incredible job they do.
And when lots of people go bankrupt, hospitals and doctors don’t get paid so they pass it on to those of us still able to pay.
It seems we’re starting from a strong point. The following is an assumption on my part. I’m guessing we have some of the best hospitals, doctors, equipment, prescription meds, research, caregivers, Ems, insurance people and systems in place for healthcare in the world. How we work on it, change it, modify it again, or just push it down the road will say allot about us as a society and the leadership we choose to address it.
We need to talk about this and many other issues. We need leaders who have plans that can adapt and modify to make a better plan and then get consensus and implement.
Found this link below for the Maryland folks wanting to know about what is going around the state now with flu, covid and rsv.
Some things hold power over me. The call of a beach is one of them. But what is it? The sound of the waves is lovely. The smell of the salt air is unique. The warmth of the water in the summer months is a welcome feeling. Nope, it’s something else.
But those feet touching the sand as the flip flops are slipped off. The feeling of the ground molding to the shape of your foot. The sudden tug on the calf as you’re using leg muscles not challenged on a hard surface.
Flip and Flop. Photo by Mike Hartley
Warmth from the sand heated by the morning sun while the cool breeze is still coming off the water. Kids excited voices and screams as the touching of the sand signals the start of a beach day. The many toys and buckets lugged to the beach by parents and grandparents occasionally dropping and being picked up.
Our sea turtle. Photo and sand art by Mike Hartley
That older couple walking towards the beach that suddenly join hands as they hit the sand. The teenagers and young adults running as footballs and Frisbees are thrown around on the way to the beach with the random towel snapping at each other.
Frisbee, I love it. Photo by Mike Hartley
The rabbit or fox sitting on the sand dune watching people walk the path to the beach. The blankets and beach towels are all laid out. The sound of music (loosely defined) fills the air. And then begins the endless trips to the shore and back to the family area of the beach to build the foundation of the Great Wall of Maryland. Well until the kids decide to play Godzilla and knock it to pieces while laughing their heads off.
Sand artist. I don’t let kids anywhere near these. Photo by Mike Hartley
And then at times it’s the coolness of the sand that is so embracing. That early morning walk as I turn on my camera as I touch the sand an hour before sunrise waiting for the morning painting of the sky. Or that evening walk with my better half on the cool sands after a nice dinner, while a warm summer breeze makes it a beautiful evening as the moon rises over the water.
Leaving the inlet to fish away. Photo by Mike Hartley
Maybe catch some of the fishing fleet leaving port. If you’re out early you can catch the surfers entering their realm.
Catching the first rays of the day. Photo by Mike Hartley
Or the father putting up the tent staking out the prime spot on the beach.
Front row seats to the nice weather. Photo by Mike Hartley
There is nothing I don’t like about sand. I don’t care if I get caught in a wave and it’s in my shorts. I don’t care if kids accidentally kick it in my hair. I don’t mind if I’m covered head toe in it when I leave the beach. I don’t even care that the car is covered with it and needs a deep cleaning upon return from the shore.
Sand is very cool with me. I could use some sand, but weather people are talking about snow.
A busy week ahead with lots of goals to be met. I’m going to force myself out of the house more. Rumor of some snow later in the week might provide some weather shots I didn’t get a chance to take advantage of in December due to flu.
Something to brighten your evening. I hear that cold wind blowing outside but I’m thinking warm thoughts. Photo by Mike Hartley
It hasn’t been the most productive day of the week yet, but there are still 6 hours left to finish strong. It’s been a good week. Got a few dozen prints made and uploaded images, took care of some computer issues, read a bit, learned a lot, played with Canva, spoke to friends and made plans with family.
I’m trying to take the whole of days into account when I think of what I hope to accomplish. That is taking exercise and rest into account when summarizing a week now. This was a well-rounded week. There were a few restless nights, but also a few with good sleep.
I worked on my photography and writing mostly, so I’ve neglected to increase my painting skills or lack thereof so far.
This week is going to be even better. I started to push myself a little harder yesterday in the exercise area and I’m keeping it up today. Now to stretch it out all week and make it routine.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Another day, another test of this country’s morality.
Had a great beef stew this evening.
Talent isn’t always natural. Sometimes it comes from a lot of hard work.
Blindly following lies seems to be a difficult path to walk.
Not so much here but maybe I’ll work to start changing that. I met a new neighbor who is replacing one of our longtime neighbors whose children grew up with ours. He seemed very nice. We haven’t had the chance to meet his wife or son yet.
Bridging the gap between us. Photo by Mike Hartley
As the weather warms, I’ll be walking more outside so that can lead to some interaction.
I grew up in a time when everyone seemed to know everyone in the neighborhood. And these weren’t small communities. The kids were the main source of bonding the community and there were a ton of us. Back when people didn’t lock their doors unless they were going away and then several neighbors probably had a key. Because everyone watched everyone else’s pets when they were away.
I don’t remember anyone locking their car doors. Lots would give a quick knock and stroll right into a home. I remember our next-door neighbor Mrs. Mulligan giving a quick yell “It’s Me” and in she came. Some didn’t have to knock or yell because you could hear the basketballs bouncing from several homes away or the sound of wooden bats tapping concrete all the way to the front door.
Most of our time was spent outside unsupervised until we got hungry and raided someone’s home for lunch. And then back outside till dark or beyond or till you heard your mother calling both your first and middle name which indicated you were more than late. Wow, so much has changed since my own youth. And it changed again when we had kids. And now it’s changed again for the worse for our grandchildren.
Lots of us don’t know our neighbors. I can’t say I know most of them. I think I’ll work to change that a bit.
I’m feeling my age today. Maybe, a bit older. Time to get some exercise before I stiffen up more. I’ve been pretty good at walking every day, but the weights haven’t been moving much. Feeling younger takes a bit of work regarding the body.
The mind has no problem thinking or acting young. Like tonight, I’ll stay up way past normal and probably work on several areas of photography.
Even though the mind thinks young, it’s not telling the body to do the active things it did in its youth. And there lies the issue. I’ve really got to turn that around this year. Besides walking and light weights, I have to add another aerobic activity.
It’s going to be tough because I spend a lot of time seated working on the computer and reading. I did hear my neighbor’s son outside with his basketball and hoop. Maybe I should get outside myself. I had it out a few weeks ago dribbling keep away from my granddaughter.
This makes 2 of us that need maintenance. Photo by Mike Hartley
I think I’ll work on some of my favorite nature shots. I guess I should order some more ink tomorrow because I’m going to be doing some larger prints. Now I just have to find room or people to give them to.
In between those coming out of the printer I’m setting up something to test my lighting and angles on some old cameras as subject matter. Have a good evening, all. Go Packers.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Don’t lose your perspective if you find yourself talking to yourself more than others.
I don’t know why I got away from doing Random Thoughts for a while. It’s not like I didn’t continue to have them.
I’m using change to help with my motivation.
I have a daily desk calendar again. I like that. I haven’t had one in a few years, so this is nice to keep me up with the day and date. No wonder the last few years have gone by so fast. I lost track of time.
When I was trying to discover what I wanted to be in my teens, I thought I wanted to be an artist and photographer. I spent my first and only year of college as an Applied Art and Design Major.
The term starving artist exists for a reason. And I was scared to move ahead because of that and the fact I saw more talent around me and wondered if I could compete over the long run. I was used to having money having worked a lot of my youth. But not in the art field.
I was worried about making a living. Having funds to go out, keeping my car running and fueled, keeping my own engine fueled. So, when offered a position as a cameraman in the engraving department in a publishing operation I jumped at it.
It was an easy out of my initial dream and I didn’t look back till a few years before retirement. I discovered I still had that desire. But this time the pressure is off. I can pursue those interests without the financial pressure of having to support a family.
I still do things on a shoestring budget. I ask for printer paper for birthdays and Xmas. I stretch life out of every computer and camera I use. I pick up a pad of drawing paper and paint when I can. I make old scraps of wood come alive.
At one time before I retired, I thought I might make a business out of my arts and photography. But I discovered I don’t do this for money. I do it because I like it. I’d rather give something I’ve created as a gift than earn a dollar from a stranger. Not that I won’t give a gift to a stranger.
I love the chance to create and that is what I take to the bank. Photo by Mike Hartley
I had some doors from the Eastern Shore of Maryland I don’t believe I’ve used here for Thursday Doors. It’s a mish mash of sights. I hope to get out this weekend for some fresh images.
As always, thanks to the creator of Thursday Doors and please follow the link to Dan’s site – No Facilities for far more talented posts.
This first shot was from doors at Secrets Distillery in Ocean City.
Clear instructions. Photo by Mike Hartley
I believe this home below was in St Michaels MD.
Easter will be here before you know it. Photo by Mike Hartley
And a building with several stages of doors in Easton MD.
I get cravings for food often. Like daily because I love to eat and drink. My mind wandered to a warm summer day thinking about a large pizza from Tony’s on the boardwalk in Ocean City. Some Shrimp Jammers and a cold drink on the deck part above the restaurant below.
Unfortunately, Tony’s is no more. Well yeah, I heard the new owner/operators have a small carry-out, but rumor is it’s nothing like the old Tony’s pizza. We will miss that spot. The family would always make a stop there every vacation. And I’d get a slice or two if I was down on a day trip to the beach by myself.
Anyway, I got to thinking what is my favorite Pizza in Howard County Maryland. And said to myself why not a post about the search. Notice I didn’t say the best pizza because that is too subjective and not everyone likes the same toppings. And that matters a lot in how pizza comes out and tastes.
I’ll describe what I like about each one. I’m trying to keep a positive mindset so hopefully there are many great things about each but I’m sure I can find something good to say about each. Even if it’s the box it came in.
Just kidding. It’s hard not to like pizza. There are some frozen ones that could test your love for pizza but most you get at a restaurant are going to be pretty good.
I like thin crust so that is the style I’ll be ordering. Sorry to those doing the deep dish as their specialty.
And what better way to begin, low and behold we have a Tony’s Pizzeria right here in Howard County. Not affiliated with the one in OC but special none the less. We went there for subs mostly because they have great cheesesteaks.
The Fat Tony Meat Combo Pizza appealed to me – Yeah that heart attack can’t get here quick enough. Anyway, I ordered a medium because my better half wasn’t joining me for lunch. Which also allowed all the meat toppings she wouldn’t normally go for. Sausage, ham, bacon and pepperoni.
This was a very good pie. Very generous on the toppings and they all had a nice flavor. Good crust, sauce and cheesy. Cooked perfectly. I’ll be back.
If I ordered the Fat Tony’s Meat Combo often, I’d be Fat Mike’s. Photo by Mike Hartley
This is actually the second post on pizza. Here is a link to my thoughts on Anthony’s Pizza in a post called Pizza in Howard County from December 25.
The decorations are down, and everything is bare again. That is the part of the season that I dislike. There is something about holiday decorating that raises my spirits. Now we are back to the grey winter months. Yes, there is a birthday this month that the cray paper and balloons will come out. And I might have a gathering for some old and good friends.
But those lights and the smell of a fresh tree and ornament’s hanging signals a time of family and smiles and peace to me. Here we are a few days into the new year, and they are gone again.
As I boxed up the last of the lights, I think how quickly this year came and went so in no time we’ll be pulling these boxes out again.
Till next year. Kenilworth Mall. Photo by Mike Hartley
It’s a music day. My better half is out so there is no need for headphones. Just speakers belting out the tunes for me to feel. And I do feel music. The lyrics, the beat hit my soul. Even in the toughest times it can put a smile on my face.
So, my shoulders are bouncing and the swivel in the chair is getting some action, and I can still type fairly accurately. It won’t be long though till I have to get up and move with some energy.
A day of errands and chores ahead, but some fun will be had for sure. The streets are dry, so I think I’ll exercise the Miata for a few minutes. It’s so strange driving that car with the top up. I rarely take it out in the cold, but I miss driving it, so I do when the roads aren’t bad.
Now tomorrow is another story with the temp maybe hitting 55. That’s the magic number for folding that top back. Now the side windows will be up most of the way and maybe the seat warmer on, but with the sun it will be nice.
History
This day January 6th is a disgusting day in this country’s history. And what has been done since regarding that day’s activities is an injustice of justice. A warning and message we didn’t take and was changed into a different narrative to suit his followers. A hateful day that everyone condemned and then many changed their tune.
Why so many continue to bow to this false narrative and continuation of other lies is one of the many that continue to puzzle me.
Creativity Ebbs and Flows
Some days the words flow like a lazy stream. Relaxed, rolling and free. Effortless positive thoughts flow along with the images.
Other days words are dammed up. The mind in turmoil, the body tense, painful and rigid. I get more of these days. I work hard in overcoming them and not making them apparent. So far, I’m pretty good at disguising them. A word actor. An actor in life.
Some days I’m reluctant to pick up a brush or a camera. Others I can’t get enough of them.
Today feels like a good creative day.
Alone on an island wondering where the world is going. Photo by Mike Hartley
Random Thoughts of the Day
My sleep is getting more and more inconsistent. Guess it’s having a flashback.
There is a dance inside of me dying to get out today.
The live version of Simple Man from 1975 might be my favorite song of all time.
I believe in the Manual Gearbox Preservation Society.
I won’t wait for winter to end to visit the Eastern Shore of Maryland again. One of these days I’m going to have to eat crabs out on the deck at the Crab Claw restaurant in that red building across the water here.
St Michaels along the Miles River. Photo by Mike Hartley
St Michaels and Easton have lots of good spots to eat and I love walking both towns. Speaking of walking I need to get on that treadmill today and make up for the slack effort put forth on Sunday.
But the ocean calls and I’m going to start a countdown till I’m sitting at the bar at The Wedge watching the boats go in and out the inlet while eating a crab flatbread and a cold beverage.
My better half and I stopped here and loved it. Great place to sit, eat, drink and enjoy the view of the inlet and Assateague Island. Photo by Mike Hartley
But today I’m also working on sorting out inputs to get control of. For instance, I can stay well informed while not getting overwhelmed with politics. So, I’m reading more and watching less TV.
Getting back to listening to more music as I work and exercise is a good feeling again. I got so away from my norms in December when under the weather. They feel that much more special as I resume them again. A reminder that health is everything.
I’ve got one appointment I’d like to avoid today but that wouldn’t be smart. So, I’ll knock that out and return to the office and easel and work hard this afternoon and evening on my passions.
Changing my approach to change. I’m trying to combat the forces of age and nature that resist change with advancing years.
Changing speeds in my motivation is a beginning that will help with everything else. I’m already feeling and seeing the difference in productivity and results.
Chrome and Color. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’m trying to make a big change in terms of letting some things go. Some old family items, at least a third of the stuff in my workroom, some materials I’ve been saving for who knows what project.
I’m trying to change the focus here to more of my original intent with a photography focus but here I am contributing more grey matter.
Some changes are in relationships. The ones that require me to be the giver most of the time, become less attractive.
Some are changes in interest. This one has been happening for a while now. Since my retirement I have had less in common with a lot of people because I’ve dropped what I was doing professionally almost entirely. My hobbies now don’t register with most I’ve known for a while, with a rare exception here and there.
Many changes are out of my control, but they could have big effects on me. Things like friends moving away or passing. Of course, I’ve been touched by people close to me passing as we all have. But most all my best and longest-term friends have always lived close by. That will be tough as those things change.
In some cases, I might be forced to accept change and that is probably the most difficult. I’ve been lucky enough to maintain my own home and property for many decades here. But those days are numbered. I still enjoy it and can do most of it, but the heavy stuff is taking a toll. And there are parts of this yard it’s very easy to fall on which I’ve done many times.
Well, it’s late and time to change into exercise man, watch a little of the Ravens game before returning to work here for a late-night post. Don’t worry, I’ll change it up so it won’t be a serious post.
The second wind has arrived, and I’ve got the sails up and running with it. Maybe it’s that full moon out there tonight. or the glow I have from the time with the family today. Whatever it is, I’m in a positive frame of mind and have some time to tinker with my crafts.
Sunset in Ocean City. Photo by Mike Hartley
Some more time on the treadmill for the body and mind. About to put the printer to work and finish the holiday family prints for the kids and my wall.
Also feeling inspired to sit at the easel for a bit and let the brush flow. I’m turning nocturnal again. Well, I might as well go with the flow.
We went to Kenilworth Mall to meet the family today and look at the train garden.
I love watching the kid’s reactions to trains and the villages created.
There were a few fathers who seemed to take a keen interest in the sights as well.
A way to see the circus in the middle of winter.
Nice work to the people who set this one up.
Oh, if you’re hungry may I recommend Italian Gardens Restaurant. Very good pizza, flatbreads and salads and wonderful service.
It’s so funny to watch the kids get lost in looking at the displays and then realize mom or dad isn’t next to them and the panic in their face till they see you. Well in this case seeing Papa made him happy.
A rather populated set of windowpanes. Reminds me of me. I love looking out of our windows at home. We aren’t at the top of the hill but near it, (elevation wise) so the view is nice for both sunrises and sunsets. Oh, there are lots of trees in the way, but this time of year it’s easy to see through them.
Window from St Michaels MD. Photo by Mike Hartley
When we moved here there was nothing but woods behind us. Now during the winter, you can see faint lines of 2 homes in the distance and one home in a court off to our right. But I’m not looking for that anyway. I love watching wildlife. And there is a nice variety in the area to view if you’re patient.
So many colorful winged friends. And others so well camouflaged you have to have experience in spotting them. Sometimes I’ll look out the window and see a deer sleeping, then another and another and yet another. And I’m probably not seeing 2-3 more.
Most of the time I’m looking out and up. That is till you see a snake and then you gaze down a lot more for a few weeks. That isn’t a concern this time of year though.
There are homes with better views. But I’m very good with mine.
We opened the blog shop early today (couldn’t sleep) but then we closed for a morning doctor’s appointment and a visit to long time neighbors who are moving away next week.
To the left of this monitor is a picture of our son and daughter and their 2 daughters and son. It’s at the bus stop for elementary school. I had them all face me shoulder to shoulder straight faced and then had them turn to the side and look over their shoulder at me and smirk. It looks like a lineup.
Where have the last 3 decades gone? We are so lucky they are all healthy and doing okay.
The neighborhood is starting to have some turnover. I saw that happen to my parent’s neighborhood and now it’s happening to ours. That’s life, constant change.
Open so often, no sense changing the sign. Photo by Mike Hartley
After a quick refueling (lunch) the shop is open again and the printer has just fired up to complete the Christmas day prints of the family celebration. Then upload some new images to the photo site and spend a little time organizing there.
I was beginning to fade this morning when an Imminent Threat Alert from the National Weather Service came at 4:29am and the phone made an unfamiliar sound so of course it got my attention. Well, I got up and saw what this snow squall line is about.
If you were driving, I could see it being a white out condition. The winds were certainly very impressive, but the snow wasn’t heavy enough for a total white out except for brief periods. It did coat the roads and I’m sure that it was slippery.
The snow left as quickly as it came. Leaving a dusting that was mostly gone by the time I got back up later this morning. I’ve had it with the below average temps and strong winds though.
Sometimes I feel a bit off step with others. And I’m fine with that now instead of being self-conscious about it. We each have our own beat and lyrics.
I marched to others tunes for so long I’ve had trouble getting in step with my own. But going into the new year I feel different. Could it be it took me two years of retirement to unwind and get back my own path.
No more stealth mode or hiding my head. Time to throw it to the hawks or against the wall and see what sticks or is devoured.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Can’t believe I stayed awake to see the New Year in for 26. Still young in mind even though the body may disagree.
Best pizza in December 2025. Anthony’s Italian House in Clarksville. Great crust, good sauce and cheese. A little light on the toppings (1/2 Bacon and 1/2Mushroom) but excellent taste overall. Also have had great cheesesteaks subs and will be back to sample some other Italian dishes.
Lost power for a few minutes, from those winds. Being outside for a bit yesterday, I thought a warmer image was the way to go today given the temps felt like the single digits with the winds.
This shot made me put on the song Lola from The Kinks. Annapolis Maryland. Photo by Mike Hartley.
Only 14 hours before we start a new year. Might as well put them to good use. Mixing some exercise and music for a bit, then back to work on the computer. I’ve got at least 50 shots to edit this morning and some to print.
I’m finishing a book I got from Xmas I started yesterday. Reading more is something I failed on in 2025 but I’m taking strides to fix that in 26.
The camera also came out of the case and did that feel nice in my hands again. I’ll have to download those and begin those edits. And see what else I can visualize today.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Made some summer plans with the family yesterday. Can’t wait for that weather to return.
Today is one of those warming your car up before you go anywhere days.
Apparently, there is a finite number of lies that can be told, when people stop believing them.
I drove for over 4 decades without seat warmers. Makes me think to myself how I ever did that.
Tonight, will mark the last evening of work at my old career, 2 years ago. Two full years of retirement seems to have gone by quickly.
My last night was supposed to be December 31st, but they weren’t going to pay me beyond midnight, so the boss gave us New Years Eve off. A parting gift, I guess.
As this Tuesday fades into the evening. I think back on when 6pm hit and I started my overnight shift. Something I won’t return to or recommend to others to pursue unless it meets your needs. And if it does, don’t do it for long, it’s rough on every part of life.
I’m not falling into that trap of being hard on myself for all that I didn’t accomplish this year. I’m pretty happy with what we did fit in given the hectic nature of the past 12 months.
Yes, I continue to sail in these uncharted waters of the blogsphere. It’s a community I find fun in and much more civil than other platforms. It’s a challenge and one I hope to devote a bit more time to this year.
Random Thoughts of the Day
The only time I like wind is when I need a cool breeze off the water in the middle of summer while on the beach.
There is a limit on patience. Most know when that is reached.
A shower is sometimes the most relaxing part of the day.
Putting up holiday lights is a lot more fun than taking them down.
I get the same expression as this couple below quite often now. Either something someone says, or does, or acts in an inappropriate way. Things that used to stand out as exceptions are more commonplace and almost dismissed as normal.
Along Baltimore’s Inner Harbor waterfront.
There are far more good actions taking place each day of course. At least I’m hoping more of us see the good deeds being carried out, big or small. From common courtesy, to acts of compassion, or the jobs that EMS, Police, Fire and Nursing do every moment.
I’ve always enjoyed people watching. I haven’t done that much street photography. I don’t take shots to make people look bad. I don’t think anyone looks bad because we are all unique and I was taught not to judge size, shape, color, language, nationality, handicap or disability. My mom taught me to respect everyone.
I think I’ll try to look for more smiles this coming year. That might be a big ask given the climate but hey, I like a challenge.
Random Thoughts of the Day
It felt good to accomplish several things yesterday but also have a restful day.
When my granddaughter stops in my office to look at the hundreds of photos on the walls and she starts to pick out people or ask who someone is, my heart warms.
We have always made good use of vehicles. Our current fleet has 14, 10 and 8 years of age on them. Oh, I guess you could add my mower to the mix, its got 4 wheels. I think that one is 27 years old.
I downloaded the shooting from Christmas day of the kids and grandkids unwrapping some gifts and around the house. But I found two images in the beginning of the batch that I didn’t remember even taking. Shot on 12/14 which was about 10 days into my flu battle. That was about half-way through the total fight.
Photo by Mike Hartley
I must have opened the back door, looked out and took these shots of the sky, trees and part of my small shed and looked the other way towards the neighbors behind us.
That was the only activity that camera got in 20 days and having no memory of doing it is strange. I know my better half couldn’t have because she doesn’t know how to turn it on.
Photo by Mike Hartley
But the camera and I are back in action. Partners in crime and all that nonsense. I think I’ll head out this evening or tomorrow night or both and collect some holiday lights in the county we live.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I like Christmas leftovers better than Thanksgiving leftovers.
Young grandchildren are the best. That is all I know so far that opinion may change.
I reached out to some people who were once close but had gotten very distant. They have chosen to stay distant and that’s both fine with me and sad for them.
Being in my senior years I have a lot of past Christmases to look back on. From the days in a small apartment with mom, dad and my sister. Too muted Xmas celebrations after my father passed. Then celebrating with my better half and our families together or at each home during the holidays.
Remembering those past celebrations with both a smile and a few tears. Photo by Mike Hartley
And as parents transitioned from their homes, ours became the focal point for family gatherings. Both our parents have been gone a while now even though at this time of the year always seems closer than it was.
Holiday are times of highs and lows for me. Not much middle ground. Our children and grandchildren provide much of the joy. But those times alone and even when together I get pains of those who were so loved but missing now.
Sometimes I smile when thinking of Christmas’s past. Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes. I guess those strong memories will never fade and always be part of the celebration and sadness.
So many struggle with the perfect gift. So many are under the pressures of travel and stresses associated with that. Then there are the struggles of family who aren’t on the same page. We have a few family members who have removed themselves from everyone. My own sister being one of them. I kind of feel sad for them but that was their choice and the only thing I can do is control how I feel and not worry about their decision-making process.
It’s hard to remember some Christmas seasons after a significant loss. I’m sure my son and his family will have mixed feelings, this one being the first without their beloved pet. She was such a part of celebrations because I’ve never seen an animal unwrap gifts like a human before. So gentle to just remove the paper.
I’ll be spending a lot of time checking in with friends and extended family the next few days trying to spread some joy and cheer.
We used to get downtown Baltimore quite a bit but haven’t in a long time other than doctor’s appointments. And those aren’t fun. So, when the weather warms I think we will give it another go. Maybe an O’s game at Orioles Park. A beautiful and fun venue for Major League Baseball.
This is an old shot I just found in a reject file. Sometimes I judge harshly. Barnes and Noble downtown closed years ago. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’ve been to the Maryland Zoo which is in Baltimore several times in recent years. But a visit to the National Aquarium is a few decades overdue. The last time was when my children were young.
National Aquarium. Photo by Mike Hartley
I’ve got to say it was quite disappointing to see the Ravens go down tonight against New England. But injuries, mistakes and missed opportunities look to put the playoffs out of reach.
There are 3 museums I’d like to visit this year in Baltimore. The Walters Art Museum, The Baltimore Museum of Art and The American Visionary Art Museum.
There is no shortage of great places to eat and that is also one of my favorite pastimes. Which makes me think of a midnight snack and I’ve got 9 minutes to prepare it so till tomorrow.
The first day of winter is today. That is a bunch of bull because it’s been very cold for weeks now if not 2 months. And now we are headed for the coldest month of the year, January in Central Maryland, and I’m depressed.
I hate cold with a passion, and it’s been too cold already. The only time it’s appealing outside is when there is snow covering everything. Otherwise, it’s grey and drab. And that eventually turns to slush and mud. My negative attitude about this season will only start to dimmish in March.
So, in a few months I’ll start to turn the corner and get back to my normal self and my open hostility towards the season will fade and my morning smile will return to start each day.
It would be nice if winter started and ended on the same day. Photo by Mike Hartley
Random Thoughts of the Day
I read the last living survivor of Pearl Harbor passed. Made me think of my Uncle Frank who was aboard the battleship West Virginia that day.
Suggestion to the NFL. If you take out the team’s QB with an illegal hit your QB should have to sit that game.
Looks like the clown imitating the president who wants the Noble Peace Prize is about to get us into a war with Venezuela. Nice work bonehead.
I’m glad I don’t live in a neighborhood with a HOA.
I don’t need the Epstein files to know that Trump was deeply involved with him and those young girls. What would you expect from one of the most vile creatures on earth.
Time has flown by the last two weeks, and I have little to nothing to show for it. I haven’t touched a paint brush, and the cameras have been in their cases for the most part. The energy needed to be in my workroom just wasn’t there.
I’m good at writing to both my children very often and that was on hold for two weeks. I just got back in that grove yesterday.
I haven’t seen my best friends in almost 3 weeks now and that this about the longest we have gone this year or more. I haven’t been out to see any holiday decorations and experience shopping.
Yesterday I got started by hitting the grocery store with my better half. But boy did that wear me out. Got a good night’s rest for a change of pace so I’m on a mission to accomplish a lot today.
Building bridges to better health. Photo by Mike Hartley
If you are a senior citizen, please take this new strain of flu called Subclade K seriously. It’s nothing like what we have had for years, and we are pretty good at dealing with the ones the flu shot has covered previously. It’s the first time I’ve thought about going to the hospital in years and has changed my future perspective if I get that sick again I will.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Republicans – defending the indefensible.
The heroic actions of the people who tried to stop the shooting rampage at Bondi Beach are remarkable and should be honored. I hope that if faced with a similar situation I will act in that way.
Verizon service this year after the new equipment install has been piss poor – Bet it’s not just my Opinion.
People who consider themselves so smart are pretty good at accepting lies each day.
Pardons for some of the vilest creatures on earth seems to be this presidents cup of tea.
Is your life today what you pictured a year ago? – An interesting question from the daily writing prompt.
Apart from trying to recover fully from this nasty flu bug my life is how I could have pictured it a year ago. A beautiful new granddaughter entered our lives this year. The family is healthy and surviving some troubled times.
Some friendships have changed a bit. Some up and some down. Time will do that. I’ve greatly enjoyed working on my hobbies and I need to do a lot more in that regard. I’ve enjoyed taking rides to where the car points its nose, instead of destinations for work or chores.
I feel like I’ve done a fair job regarding my health by keeping my weight in check, exercising a little more and trying to eat better. That last one still needs a lot of work.
I am surprised how quickly age is affecting my body. Been dealing with a lot more pain this year than previous ones. But hey, I’m getting up, able to love, think and pursue good times.
I had no idea our government was going to break down is such a dramatic fashion though and while I had fears of it, it’s worse than I thought and getting deeper into the darkness day by day. I will fight to change this. I didn’t anticipate spending so much time on this, but it’s now for my children and grandchildren not to leave pieces of crap like our current administration in power.
Even though I’m retired Monday is still a kickoff day. One that I tend to get organized and formulate a plan for the coming days.
Unfortunately, I was still less than half. A complete lack of energy has set in for both of us. A friend said he spoke to another friend who had this for a month. I’m only about 11 days into it and it’s a slow go. Last night I learned my granddaughter is ill with the flu and I’m hoping my daughter doesn’t come down with it.
At least I’m up in the mornings to catch sunrises on webcams till I can get back out and shoot the real ones. This one is from my favorite spot overlooking the Howard County Conservancy. Photo by Mike Hartley
Tis the season they say. With the joy comes the viruses we love to hate. All I know is I don’t want to be sick again this season so I’m going to be masking up when in crowds till spring.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Only Trump could make the tragic deaths of the Reiner’s about himself in the sickest way possible. What a piece of crap. He and the clown show need to go NOW.
When will this country grow a spine and get gun control enforcement that reduces our children being killed.
Verizon really pisses me off. Trouble is all the alternatives seem to have the same number of pissed off customers. Oh yeah, this AI crap when we call to speak to someone, has to go.
I’ve had enough of the cold already, and we aren’t even into the first day of winter yet.
Sorry I’m late getting into the holiday spirit. Now that I’m feeling better, I’m going to dive headlong into the season.
Photo by Mike Hartley
The season means a lot of things to me. It’s changed quite a bit over the years. There are many things and people I miss from my past. There are new things like the grandchildren to help fill those voids. There are my own children who each past Christmas are etched in this brain.
Some seasons in the past have been difficult. The pressures of having the right gifts, being able to do all I hoped and feeling like I’ve come up short.
From a very young age missing someone important each year was very hard. More so in watching the impact on my mom and sister. Mom made heroic efforts to make sure our holiday was good, but it always came with her tears and cries, no matter how hard she tried to hide and muffle them. I could see the longing in her eyes, missing her husband. The loneliness she tried to push down was just below the surface.
I also remember her refocusing some years later and the times she would load the car with crafts and gifts and decorations to take and make Bethesda Naval Hospital a festive holiday scene in the units she worked as a Red Cross volunteer. She really got into it. Making so many things by hand. I wish I had a sliver of the artistic talent she had.
I can remember her telling me stories about some of the patients. I think she always looked at these servicemen as an extension of what she lost and could help. She was active in the VFW Woman’s Auxiliary for years also and would do holiday things for them for some years. But she really got into the Red Cross work.
Makes me think I should get more involved in helping others this season. There is no such thing as a effort too small or too late. Sometimes the smallest gestures or gifts mean the most to some. Think I’ll start by making a donation in Mom’s name today to the Red Cross.
Found an old photo I guess my mom snapped of me looking into a huge mixing bowl or the washing machine.
Ah to be young again. I still feel young in mind. At least when I push all the bullcrap going on in this country and people around the world to the side for a few moments of mental health.
With snow in the forecast Sunday, I think back to the day when I was just a little older than above and in our first home. I lay in the middle of our backyard making snow angles at night. The quiet and beautiful sky above is still clear in my mind.
Go Navy. Photo by Mike Hartley
Another memory from my early youth is one of my parents being so excited about the Army-Navy game. This takes place this Saturday and I’ll be pulling for my parent’s team GO NAVY. There is a huge chest with pictures, and I remember some of them from being at the Army Navy game when it was played in Philadelphia in the 1950s if my memory is correct.
I mentioned last week that we attended the Polar Ice Express at the National Harbor. Sorry for the delay but the flu had me down for a week. Thought I’d share a few images of the ice sculptures displayed and surrounding area.
We stayed across from the Gaylord Hotel and saved a few hundred $$.
Salute to Service Members.
Show at the atrium level of the Gaylord Hotel.
Tree at National Harbor at night.
More from the show that night.
Entrance lobby to the Gaylord Hotel.
Beginning of the Polar Ice Show.
I can’t wait to take the grandchildren next year.
The Polar Express.
I’d love to watch these creations being made.
The colors they used in the ice were wonderful.
They told us it was 7 degrees on the tour. They give you parkas to wear over your coats.
Next year I’m going to try some different types of shots instead of just the displays.
I guess this is my first post with a holiday theme. More to come.
I’m starting to feel human again after a week of fighting the flu. Got a nasty strain that was worse than I could remember one being.
I’ve had to go to the vault again for a few images. I’ll see if I can do better next week. I hope everyone is well and getting ready for the holiday season.
Come join the fun of Thursday Doors. The link to Dan’s Site – No Facilities to see many more talented displays of grand entrances. Have a great week all. And as always thank you Dan.
From Mt Airy Maryland. Photo by Mike Hartley
I can’t wait for the warm weather to return and be outside again.
Yesterday broke my 484 day consecutive posting streak. I just didn’t have the energy to get out of bed and to the office and decided discretion was the better part of valor.
Today wasn’t much better but I’ll take any improvement at this point. I can’t wait to fully recover and enjoy the holiday season. So today starts a new effort at consistency.
Hillside, Headstones and Wreaths at Arlington National Cemetery
Thought – I’ve been watching some of the news on that drug boat strike and the call to kill the two survivors of the first strike. My father was a Hospital Corpsman, which is the title now but I think it was Pharmacist Mate during that war and changed afterward. He served on a destroyer in the Pacific in WWII, in Korea and on Operation Deep Freeze.
I think he would have been appalled at the crap being peddled now by the clown show in office. Killing defenseless people is wrong. Of course, I could also imagine him being disgusted at the ass kissing our President does with the Communist leader of Russia.
I can’t help but feel the current people are putting so many of our service members in harm’s way. Not only that, we are all less safe with this incompetent leadership at the helm. Trump and Hegseth have proved they will throw you under the bus in a heartbeat, so the military leaders and law enforcement are going to be quickly faced with a number of very difficult decisions. Are you going to follow orders of a lying malignant narcissist and a news host, or are you going to do the right thing.
In coming up with a title for this post, I first put Nice Break. While that was very true of the last two days from our normal routine, the title Lucky Break was more applicable.
My better half and I took a trip to the National Harbor in Maryland to see the Polar Express Ice show at the Gaylord Hotel. Along with all the holiday decorations and Xmas show in the atrium.
We stayed across the street at the Residence Inn by Marriottand being we had some points built up we used those to the room was very reasonable. It was a great time. A dinner at McCormick and Schmicks. A long night’s rest and then a good breakfast followed by a walk by the water.
It got a little chilly, so we headed to the MGM hotel and casino on the way out to gamble a few dollars and have lunch in the food court.
We went through the casino, out the lobby where all the Xmas decorations are set up and then walked the aisle with shops and the food court. It was about 11:40 am and noticed that some didn’t open till noon or 2pm so we wandered back to the casino, gambled for about 20 minutes and came out to go eat and saw police running through the lobby and heard people talking about gunfire and they had sealed off access to that area of shops and restaurants.
The shooting occurred just before noon. News reports noted that they locked down local schools. But what really dawned on me is that if this had happened any other building, the place would have been locked down and security would have at least sealed that floor. Especially a public building like that.
But nope, the money-making machine must continue to operate 24/7/365. I bet people in the casino never knew what happened till they got home, for those smart enough to leave a casino. I guess they have discussed those situations with police because it was MGM staff blocking the hallway entrance to the area, not police or tape even. I could have walked right past this slightly built woman if I had intention to.
The “nothing is wrong, nothing to be seen, we don’t have details” is pure planning at work. Police coming through with guns past patrons going in and out of the casino was a bit unreal knowing someone had been killed with a gun a few hundred feet away. That seems wrong to me.
But unlike Kevin Bacon in the movie Animal House where he keeps saying “All is well” before he’s trampled in a stampede of people, we have business as normal at MGM at National Harbor.
From the WTOP article on this incident I see the following from the police chief of PG County – “MGM is safe,” Nader said. “The harbor is safe.” Well maybe the building didn’t get any bullet holes, but something sure did and that isn’t safe.
It’s something that everyone should realize. We aren’t safe anywhere. That must be one of the richest and exclusive areas around. I saw so much law in the Harbor area that if you blinked you saw another one. And I saw a ton of people with SECURITY written on their shirts, vest and jackets at MGM
I’m thinking we might have been back in that area of shooting if I didn’t get lucky and win $60 at a slot machine just before we went to get food. Looking back, it seems a bit surreal that life just went on as normal there, even though someone lost their life. My condolences to the family of another victim of gun violence.
Well, the lobby was pretty. Before the police running through it, with guns out.
Shot this about 40 minutes before the lobby became full of police running through. Photo by Mike Hartley
It’s one of those stages in life. When you’re young you go to a lot of weddings. Lots of friends. Then a pause and then a few friends second weddings or some older friend’s kids weddings. Then a pause and then it’s your own children’s and friend’s children’s weddings.
I never have done wedding photography but occasionally at some weddings I’d try to get shots at different angles than the wedding photographer. Photo by Mike Hartley
And now another pause. Maybe a permanent pause. It will be a good number of years before the grandchildren are even grown or dating. Neither of my parents saw my children married while my wife’s parents were alive seeing both.
It’s one of those things I think about now as I looked at my granddaughter on Thanksgiving and wondered if I would see that beautiful smile on her wedding day. That would be something.
Life is so unpredictable. I’ve wasted time and not taken full advantage of it at times as we all do. I’m taking moments in more deeply now. I appreciate each time I see family and friends. Each event, trip or adventure and even phone call.
On this morning, where the temperatures are in the freezing range, it’s hard to think about taking a dip but that is exactly what I thought of when I ran across an old shot of my long-gone pool. I should have used it more when I had the opportunity.
It’s been gone for quite a while now. But I still miss it. I got the most use out of it in the family. Rightly so, because I spent the time keeping it clean and open and closed. With a little help from my better half at the beginning and end of each season.
But it seemed like I spent more time maintaining it than enjoying it. And the saying that they are money sinks is true. It was there when we purchased the home. Well, let me rephrase that, it was a hole in the ground with a ripped liner and things living and growing in it and out of it. Some of the concrete backing had cracks, it had an oversized pump that blew out the small filter system and landscaping that looked like it hadn’t been landscaped. There were some beautiful azalea bushes and a weeping cherry tree. A fence in bad shape and a falling retaining wall. Oh, the thin concrete walk around it was surrounded by pea gravel.
What a mess. Built a retaining wall, thousands, in pool repairs, more concrete, new fence, new filter, remove planters and tree because they made a mess of the pool. Removed the gravel and added concrete and then removed the water and filled it in. The life and death of a pool.
I usually wait till the month of December to start hanging lights. Truth be told, mostly the second or third week of the month. Not this year, I started unboxing them yesterday but didn’t really hang any.
Today though, there are lots of lights to hang. Some years when I was working it was a chore. Now it’s a lot of fun because I have the time to do it and not sacrifice something else. I remember this feeling last year also. Another thing retirement has changed perspective on.
I can’t wait till they are all hung and evening comes so I can turn them on.
I’m not a huge fan of this month. It’s cold to start with and my hostility towards cold knows no bounds. It’s a month of people under enormous pressure, which can lead to some erratic and unpredictable behavior. Just go for a drive if you need proof.
It’s a time for families which is very difficult for a lot of people. Some are missing and mourning family members that have passed. Some are separated by great distances and can’t be together. Some are brought together but don’t want to be.
Some could be but chose not to which can be hurtful to others. Increased stress leads to poor decisions and bad habits. A troubled year could weigh more heavily as things are recounted again. Financial uncertainty looms over many.
Being it’s the first of the month though I’ll bring it around to some positive possibilities. I can’t wait to see the kid’s and grandchildren’s faces on Christmas. The month will be loaded with great food. I’ll try to bring a bit of relief to those who are stressed with a smile and laughter. I started yesterday sending a good joke to one of my best friends who’s always stressed.
Tomorrow is Giving Tuesday, and I have a list of donations to make. I didn’t get out to support Small Business Saturday, but I will be out spending with local merchants this week. I’m got a ton of people to reach out to with heartfelt holiday greetings. Maybe attend a Maryland basketball game.
And if I’m lucky, that any snow we get will be easy to shovel away. Welcome to December, glad we all made it.
Damn, another week down. And how do I know that. I have to refill the daily pill container. I started off the week real strong, but haven’t finished that way. But overall progress in fixing a few problems, making progress on my photo site and blog, working on a painting and carving along with some chores around the house.
I’ve done more reading than usual, watched more educational things than entertainment and as I look around the office I’ve decluttered some.
Could I have done more, yep, no question. But sitting here early on a Sunday morning I feel good about the week behind me and the chance to finish strong today.
Even though I’m not heading to the job tomorrow I still like looking at a week by week accomplishment review. I guess it’s engrained in me. I used to do nightly reports of events and a nightly report to the manager/director of my tasks/progress and weekly turnover reports to the next shifts and management for decades.
I consider a week a huge amount of time, but they go by in the flash of an eye. Things come off the to do list and things go on the to do list. Weeks we get to see our children/grandchildren are special. Weeks we don’t, we miss them and it seems like a period much longer than a week.
Weeks are no longer broken down into the workweek and weekend. They are one continuous thing. And that is nice. Especially when they are peppered with days without obligations or plans.
I’m getting better at looking at each day as at least a partial success. Finding small milestones to keep me inspired. I might hit a milestone later today, if I finish this book.
Random Thoughts of the Day
Watched sun break the horizon over the Atlantic and then peek behind the clouds and create a great orange with bluish grey clouds, with orange and yellow highlights. Each one is so unique. Except the rainy ones.
Strength through adversity. Or is it strength from adversity? Or both?
If I see snow this morning I’m going to cry foul. It’s still November. Update, we have sleet.
Getting some Xmas lights hung always puts me in good spirits. I might even pull the artificial tree out and assemble that. The real one will come next weekend. Don’t you just love the smell of a real tree.
There is a smile behind that morning greeting. Feeling better than earlier and ready to work on hobbies. Was doing some editing/housekeeping and found an old image I hadn’t used before. This one of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, one of my favorite bridges, but also intimidating.
An engineering marvel. Photo by Mike Hartley
Usually, I don’t get much sticking that old digital camera out the window. But occasionally an accident happens like above.
I don’t dare do that now. With age came discomfort crossing it. So somewhere in the last decade I began losing some of my nerve, I guess.
Oh, I still cross it without issue, it’s just that I’m much more conscious of it now in terms of it being more of a tense ride than in my youth. I’ve ridden across it in storms, (hail dented the car once at the top of the bridge), in winds, in the dark, in fog, at sunrise and sunset. On beautiful days watching ships go up and down the bay.
I’ve just lost that total inhibition I guess and now watching out for idiots around me instead of taking a peek at the wonderful views. I’ve also been getting a little more uncomfortable with heights than I used to be.
One of the things I was kind of interested in doing for years was the Bay Bridge Walk/Run. I always thought I could do that. Now I’m like that wouldn’t be comfortable. As a photographer I should suck it up and do it but it’s going to have to be really good weather.
This year was cancelled and there is no date for next year on the website yet. Wish it was done in warmer weather.
I found a shoot from Baltimore from a decade ago in August of 2015. I passed over several acceptable images that I hadn’t used before and thought I’d share today.
The National Katyn Memorial at the circle of President Street, Aliceanna Street and International Drive in Baltimore Maryland.
Pier 6 Pavilion and Baltimore skyline in background.
The Inner Harbor area. About to be redeveloped again.
Old and New.
Great ships, big and small, modern and old travel our waterways.
Steel from the Twin Towers.
All shapes and sizes in town.
Submarine, Tug and Sail. With the National Aquarium in the background.
Yesterday we were with family but away from home. When I returned the couch, was the winner over the computer. I guess I’ll squeak in under the window again here. Apologies for the lateness. Second apology, I didn’t get any fresh doors, and I had to raid the archive. I’ve got some ideas for next week, so I’ll have something new.
Come join in the fun of Thursday Doors. The link to our host Dan’s Site – No Facilities to see many more talented displays of grand entrances. Have a great week all. And as always thank you Dan.
An old home on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
I believe I shot this flowery entrance in Frederick Maryland.
The Jefferson Hotel in Washington DC at night. It was on my walk around the building around 1am. Usually I ate at my desk and then took a short walk around DC at night.
I believe this entrance is in Old Ellicott City MD.
It’s going to be the coldest it has been in a long time today. I’m going to hibernate inside and listen to that wind howl outside and not feel it. I think I’ll make it rather tropical here today.
Photo by Mike Hartley
It’s nice and toasty here already. I had the space heater on for a few minutes to take the chill out of my office and now I’m in better spirits already.
Standing outside was so crisp and clear out for the few minutes I could tolerate it. Barely a breeze earlier around sunrise, but strong gusts are coming they say. Think I’ll go get the cover off the car before trying to do that in the wind later.
Hope everyone was able to have a nice feast yesterday. I’m guessing the word of the day is leftovers. My son hosted yesterday, and it was a wonderful gathering. A relaxed one and they did a great job with the food.
Soon to be filled with food again. Photo by Mike Hartley
We will all belly up again in less than a month and maybe have a few more at Christmas time which is now a very short time away. Despite that I’ll skip shopping this weekend.
My better half and I have an unexpected free weekend. She is cooking a turkey today, we had ham yesterday. Lots of leftover stuffing to devour which is no problem for me. They don’t call this Feast Week for nothing.
Pick up the phone and call a loved one or friend today, that can’t be with you. Don’t forget those with empty plates. Be safe, have a great day. I have sports to watch, grandchildren to play with, food to eat and family to hug.
