Celebrating her birthday with a morning of photography at my local park
October 28th, 2024: a date I'd been somewhat dreading since mom passed away back in March. For months, I'd planned on spending her birthday in one of the canyons I explored last fall in southern Utah, as she had commented about how much she enjoyed it when watching one of my videos from that trip.
2024, with its relentless ability to find new ways to throw our lives into turmoil, had other ideas.
A diagnosis of breast cancer for my partner, Heather, warranted the cancellation of my trip to Utah. Instead, to stay a little closer to home in case of emergency (we also have an elderly cat with end-stage kidney disease), I had planned to join my friend Jon Fischer on his trip to northern Arkansas and southern Missouri (which, in turn, was a backup for his original plans to head to North Carolina).
Although I was disappointed that I wasn't going to be in Utah for mom's birthday - not to mention just being in Utah during fall again - I was excited to head into Missouri for some photography as it's where I grew up. Ironically, I've spent very little time exploring my original home state with a camera; I didn't discover my love for photography until moving to Texas in 2012.
But wait, said Life! In a surprise development, Heather's surgery was scheduled a good two weeks sooner than we anticipated, so Missouri was not to be, either. I mean, sure, I was disappointed... but Heather comes first.
All that is to say, I found myself still in Texas for mom's birthday.
Fortunately, Heather was well on the mend from her lumpectomy and the removal of some lymph nodes for further testing (the results of which will determine if she needs chemo plus radiation therapy, or "just" radiation on its own), and I was able to get out of the house before sunrise on the 28th.
Somewhat surprisingly, I didn't find the day nearly as emotional as I'd anticipated. Perhaps that was thanks to being out with the camera, catching snippets of the mindfulness that almost always comes with photography. Any sadness may also have been tempered by my frustration - and sadness of a different kind - at finding most of the small side trails within the park inexplicably blocked off by timber barricades (albeit very poorly constructed ones).
Many of the photos I've made over the past decade of exploring the park were found along those side trails. Fortunately, and ironically, not all are barricaded, and there are some alternate routes I can use to still get to a couple of my favorite spots, such as the meadow where I've photographed the witch tree so many times.
Gripes aside, although things were a bit of a challenge with clear skies and zero atmosphere to work with, the lake the park boundary runs against was lower than I've ever seen it. While that is sad in its own way, I took it as an opportunity to walk out along the exposed sandy beaches and seek out compositions along the tree line that would otherwise be inaccessible when the water is at more normal levels.
I only made a few photos from those sandy areas, but I'm looking forward to getting back to the park several times in the coming weeks as fall colors (hopefully) make more of an appearance, and one of my goals is to explore the shoreline much more than I was able to do on this one outing.
In addition to the first photo I shared at the start of the post, here are my other works-in-progress from this special outing:
All things considered, it was another enjoyable morning of photography at my go-to spot near home.
Happy birthday, mom.
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Beautiful, as always, Mike, but even brighter, because it is for your Mom.
In my personal philosophy, The Wellston Gal and The Navigator are with you,
Heather, and all of the extended Rung family.
At Jefferson Barracks, where, as you know, I stood Honor Guard with my Legion Post, including that of James E. Rung, The WWII navigator, who
flew over 30 missions, came home, met Betty, The Wellston Gal, raised 4
wonderful kids, including The Twin and The Other Twin. (Beckie told me
of that relationship, because she is now from San Francisco, and when she
returned to Ballwin for a visit, “Oh, you’re the other twin!”, was said a lot.)
Now that I’ve rambled on a bit, I…