Yesterday, December 3, 2016, I walked out of my graphic arts class in Milwaukee into the street only to encounter a fantastical vision of hundreds of Santas-drunk and on bicycles. And a couple grinches and elves too. While I can not answer the existential question of “Can there be more than one Santa Claus” I do know what I saw. And took photos to prove it. I believe that these Santas (and grinches and elves) were cycling from pub to pub in downtown Milwaukee. As you can see above, some were struggling to mount their bikes. Having stood in the street to photograph them, my only advice is to stay out of their way!
Lost Creek Falls is an isolated, primordial waterfall on the escarpment overlooking the south side of Lake Superior. The reflections on the water and stones, together with the light patterns in the foliage draw my eye inward to the waterfall and remind me to give Thanksgiving for having experienced this magical place.
# Weekly Photo Challenge Magic
This week I revisited my photos of Lost Creek Falls, an isolated, primordial waterfall on the escarpment overlooking the south side of Lake Superior. I hardly ever look back and perhaps was seeking solace after the results of the national election a few weeks ago. The reflections on the water and stones, together with the light patterns in the foliage drew my eye inward to the waterfall and reminded me to give Thanksgiving for having experienced this magical place.
This fall on Saturday mornings, I head to Milwaukee to take a photography class at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design (MIAD). Located on the Milwaukee River in the Historic Third Ward, MIAD offers a fun locale and scenic area for photography. After class last Saturday, I walked along the River Walk with a friend photographer and found a kayaker paddling through reflections. And these young women enjoying the afternoon and memorializing it in selfies.
I found this photo today in my Lightroom archives. Shot in August on our last evening on the sailboat, a few days before we left Lake Superior for Texas. I never processed or looked at the photo again until now. Its quiet composition and sunset colors together with a distant horizon now appeal to me. Perhaps because Texas is behind us.
This morning as I walked in a park along Lake Woodlands, I came upon a family taking a selfie with a Great Egret. While the Egret showed great patience in allowing this, it finally had enough.
The drama captured in my photo feels like a portentous moment, foretelling wonderful things for this little family.
I am writing to thank the MD Anderson Cancer Center on behalf of my husband and myself. We traveled a thousand miles for my husband to be treated here. Why? MD Anderson is regarded as the top cancer hospital in this country, established as a national comprehensive cancer center in 1971. It offered us the largest center for treating the kind of cancer my husband had.
Our experience here has been nothing short of wonderful. Our physician and his team spent a great deal of time with us, explaining treatment and answering questions as if my husband were their only patient. The hospital was equally impressive and during our short stay, our surgeon or one of his team of surgeons visited 5 times a day. Our nurse also was able to devote much time to my husband’s care as she is only assigned a few patients at a time, unlike at most hospitals. My husband stay lasted only 4 days as compared to the usual 10 to 14 days that he would have experienced at our local hospital. And for a surgery that carries a high risk of complications, my husband has had none to date. We attribute much of this to the advanced and comprehensive care he received at MD Anderson.
The MD Anderson campus at the University of Texas is HUGE. My photos do not begin to show the extensive buildings and centers and offer only an impression of what it is like here.