Random Reflections
I love eggs. I eat them nearly every morning. The kids eat a lot of them, too. I also love my cast iron skillet. It’s the best for cooking eggs in. It’s probably a good thing that village ordinance says we can’t have chickens. I’d probably eat MORE eggs. Besides, next thing you know, I’d want a cow, and maybe a pony…. and our yard is just too small for all of that.
Speaking of a small yard and village ordinances and such, the kids wanted S’mores. We can’t have an actual bon fire on our property. Besides, just think what it would do to our lush green grass. OK. If you’ve seen our yard, you know just how tongue in cheek that was. Anyway, we had a modified bon fire. Modified to be in our charcoal grill. It actually worked perfectly. Ian like the fire. The S’mores, not so much. Just plain old marshmallows and chocolate bars, please and thank you very much.
I’ve always loved celestial bodies. Sunsets, the moon, stars, the Milky Way that I’m sure is still there, even though I can’t see it where I live…. all very fascinating to me and a much loved object of my camera. Last evening, I was out and I saw the sun go behind this cloud. It was an amazing image. Did I mention I was driving? Well, it took me 2-3 minutes to find a place to pull over where the beautiful back lit cloud was visible to me instead of hidden by houses and such. I finally found a park, but parks, naturally, contain trees. That’s ok. I think the tree silhouette adds to the view in this particular image. Unfortunately, you can see that those few precious minutes made the difference between the sun behind the cloud and is sinking below the cloud. Or maybe not so unfortunate. Seeing that bright, firey sphere is pretty amazing, too.
Yesterday, we dropped Noah off at camp. It’s his first time away, but more on that in another post. The point here is, being on these camp grounds and in his cabin took me back about 18 years or so, to when I was a counselor at Camp Mennoscah. My time spent there was amazing, and some of my most favorite times of my life. The kids, fellow counselors, the singing, card playing, meals, camp fire…. all of it was just…. well, I can’t even think of a word. I want to go back. I want to send my kids there so they can share in this experience that I had. It doesn’t really make sense to send them, of course, since we live in Illinois and camp is in Kansas, but I still day dream about it. Hopefully Noah will be able to form great memories at his camp that he can carry with him for his whole life. But I’m absolutely certain that the magic of Camp Mennoscah just can’t be recreated anywhere else on this planet. Was that magic a result of the camp itself? Was it because of who the directors were that I volunteered for? Was more a matter of who the rest of the staff was and where I was in my life? I really don’t know. I’d guess it was some combination of all three things and probably more. I miss Camp Mennoscah.
Oh. And I can see the Milky Way there.
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