Camera in my pocket.

I've been trying to figure out why my blog posts are so few and far between. When I am working for clients, it's easy: I finish an edit, I make a post. Simple. But when the work is for myself, I am such a slowpoke. I went to Wales in June... have I posted any of the photographs from my trip?

Part of it is that images just don't make it off the memory card into the computer (or into the scanner if it's film) until it's too “late”. Sure, I could post news about summer vacation in the middle of winter, but by then it's not really news anymore. The other issue was my photo-taking conundrum. I don't always want to lug my big camera around and I'd been having a “what-to-use-as-a-point-and-shoot-camera” dilemma for at least a couple years. Don't ask how many digital, film, and Polaroid cameras I tried and abandoned, never really finding the one that felt right.

What's finally changed? My cell phone. Ha! I'd been fighting it for so long. I was the dinosaur who hung on to her rotary-dial land line as long as humanly possible, and when it came time to finally get a mobile, even a querty keyboard seemed an extravagance (Texting? What's that?). But when my little green LG Rumor finally gave up holding a charge, I knew it was time to venture forth into the land of the smart phone, and, inevitably, to the iPhone, which set off another ridiculous internal conflict: I wanted one but I didn't. So trendy... Everyone has one... My haircut isn't cool enough... etc etc.

But here I am now, wondering why I didn't do this sooner. It really isn't a phone at all - it's my new camera! I can photograph and edit an image without having to get to my computer. I can send it to my Mom or post it to Instagram right then and there. Will it replace my “big” camera? Or film? Of course not. But I think of it as a modern-day Polaroid, capturing my little memories and the stuff of daily life in snapshots that I can call 'art' if I want to. Best of all, it's getting me to think creatively about things I see every day.

Here are a few iPhone photographs from picnics near Detroit: Willow Metro Park and a cornfield off Vining Road.

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An evening on the Manitou.

While in Traverse City, we spent the night on the wooden deck of this beautiful schooner, the Tall Ship Manitou. After an evening sail, who wants to sleep below when the stars are still out in all their glory? Covered with dew in the morning, we were treated to hot cocoa and a delicious breakfast in the galley with Captain Dave and the crew. Thank you for a wonderful experience, TRAVERSE TALL SHIP COMPANY! I so hope to go back for one of their weekend astronomy cruises.

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The starfighter goes to Michigan.

Starting to go through photographs from our flying adventure to the Traverse City area. From my student pilot perspective the trip was good practice for my learning how to talk to ATC on the radio (you get to say stuff like "niner" and "roger" and "wilco"!), and good lessons about how weather reports may or may not accurately reflect what you'll actually encounter in flight.

It was a beautiful time - I've never been to that part of Michigan and can't wait to return. I'll post more photos as I work on things, but for now...

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The Empire airport. I walked four miles into town on flip-flops. Needless to say, I really didn't want to walk back that far, so we stopped in at Sleeping Bear Surf & Kayak and asked if someone might be able to drive us back to the airport. Eli offered, and John gave him a ride in the Starfighter to say thank you. Because I'm usually the one inside, it's always such a treat to watch someone else get to have a great time. Not to mention that the Starfighter is just a beautiful thing to watch...

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Woolsey Memorial Airport just north of Northport, on the tip of the Leelanau Peninsula. I saw this grass strip on the chart and knew I wanted to go there! It felt like being at the edge of the world. We camped for two days under the wing, got our water via an old-fashioned hand pump, and borrowed the airport bicycles to ride into town for breakfast and tea in the morning. Oh - I forgot to mention the stars. SO many stars. The way I remember them when I lived in Vermont. Shooting stars for wishing too...

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More to come.