Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

A Little Bit of Gratitude

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

If there’s one thing I can say about the year 2020 that I think will be echoed by pretty much everyone on the planet, it’s been a rough year in so many ways. The coronavirus pandemic turned our world upside down in late winter and it feels like it will never end. And here we are at Thanksgiving time, being advised to stay home and not gather with our families and friends.
   

The thing that has kept me sane through all of this year’s challenges has been to find a little bit of gratitude each day. It’s really not that hard when you get the hang of it. Some days, it’s as simple as appreciating one tiny bird outside my window. Recently, the Red-breasted Nuthatches have returned from the north and I am so grateful for them. They make me smile every time I see one on the peanut, birdseed, or suet feeders.
   

And some days, it’s something totally unexpected, like passing someone on my neighborhood walk whom I don’t even really know, but who stops for a minute to say something kind. One afternoon, a neighbor I’d never met thanked me for wearing an orange vest to help drivers see me. And starting this summer, sometimes a runner would pass me who had such a happy spirit. At one encounter in early September, we had exchanged our first names. Yesterday this person approached on the other side and stopped to acknowledge me, even remembering my name and telling me I had a really nice name. For these encounters, I am truly grateful.
   

And then there is the simple blessing of hearing the little girls next door playing outside, often giggling or even screaming. Hearing children’s voices fills my heart with joy. A couple days before Halloween, their mother told me they were sad about not being able to trick-or-treat in the usual manner. And then she asked me if I would be willing to let them come over and trick-or-treat on my porch. I agreed and set up a surprise for them…my scarecrow, George.
   

They were enthralled with him and spent a lot of time rearranging him and high-fiving him. The only problem was that he did his job so well that he scared me at least a dozen times over the month that he was sitting on the front porch. I kept forgetting he was out there by my front door. But every time he startled me, I laughed out loud and this filled me with gratitude that something so simple (and silly) could keep away the weight of the challenges we are all facing.
   

One of the things I have really missed this year has been the ability to spend physical time with my family and friends. Despite this, I am grateful for photos and memories of our past outings and gatherings and all the methods we have at our disposal to stay in touch during the pandemic. I know that, when we can gather again, these meetings will take on more importance and will be given even greater priority as we return to our busy lives. My hope is that we will retain the recognition of the importance of downtime and time spent with those we love. And I look forward to the next day of shunpiking on the backroads of this great state with my friends!
   

Being so isolated during this almost year-long (so far) pandemic has made it difficult for people to do normal things like look for a new job or establish a new friendship. However, in early September, I was given an amazing gift from the Universe. Over the past 15 years, I have done several volunteer projects for the Aldo Leopold Foundation and have such respect for their land ethic and conservation mission. It’s a great group of people and they have treated me like I truly matter.
   

In late August, I requested a phone meeting with their development director to discuss planned giving and we quickly slipped into such down-to-earth, easeful conversations. This was something totally unexpected and a true gift, especially during these challenging times. And, as a bonus, I was given permission to photograph on the private Leopold Memorial Reserve. When the pandemic is finally in the rearview mirror, I plan to visit the Leopold Center to reconnect in person with the staff there.
   

Finally, I am more than grateful for the peace and comfort of being able to connect with nature every day. Wisconsin is such a beautiful state in every season of the year. And you don’t have to go far to find a variety of landscapes. What a gift Mother Nature has given us! Even as the days get shorter and most people feel it will be a long, dark, and cold winter, it’s important to get out and absorb some of nature’s healing energy. All you have to do is bundle up. I guarantee it will invigorate you!
   

Just remember that a little bit of gratitude goes a long way in helping us through the challenges of everyday life as we know it today.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and Happy Shunpiking!
Joann

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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

My Favorite Season

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

When I was a kid, winter was my favorite season, probably because, unlike recent winters, there was a lot of snow most of the winter and we went sledding and ice skating, built snowmen and snow forts, and played games in the snow like Fox and Geese. As an adult, however, autumn has been my favorite season and I look forward to the fall colors all year.


In late September of 2012, we spent six days in Northern Wisconsin and the colors were stunning. We found ourselves saying, “Wow!” over and over as we found amazing color around every bend. It was definitely food for the soul! On the morning of September 30, we were in the Turtle-Flambeau Scenic Waters Area in Iron County at dawn. There was a light fog over the wetlands and an unmatched serenity as I stood soaking in the misty fall colors which were reflected in the water.




In 2017, we found some beautiful sumac in late October at Indian Lake County Park in Dane County, Wisconsin. The sumac colors are often finished by that time, so it was a pleasant surprise. It was foggy that morning, too, and the grass was wet. Still, I climbed up a steep embankment to get above the color. Getting up that high allowed me to capture Halfway Prairie Wildlife Area, with the Matz Farmstead stone ruins, in the background.


This fall, it was a challenge to find the expected fall color, which didn’t appear at the usual time. We headed out a couple of times in late September and early October, only to be disappointed by the lack of color. Finally, around October 18, the color showed up in Sauk County so we hit the backroads in search of a few scenes. A short distance from my house, we realized that it was going to be a beautiful sunrise, so we discussed our options quickly and headed down the road about a mile to capture a farm silhouetted against the blazing orange and yellow sky. This wasn’t the type of fall color I was looking for, but it was an awesome start to the day.

Our first stop in Sauk County was near Ski-Hi Orchard. There, a rusty old Studebaker truck sat among the fall grasses. We had seen it a couple days earlier and had planned to photograph it after capturing a historic log cabin, but then had forgotten. After that, I ran into Ski-Hi for some apple cider. And, no, I didn’t buy any apple cider donuts or caramel apples. But don’t credit me with willpower because it was only 8:00 a.m. so those weren’t available yet.


From there, we headed over to Durward’s Glen, a very special wooded retreat that is on the National Register of Historic Places. The trail that begins across from the parking lot immediately forks. First, I took the left fork and headed to the glen. I was grateful for the overcast lighting, which avoided harsh shadows on this beautiful place.


After hiking several trails in that direction, I backtracked toward the parking lot and took the right fork. This trail takes you past the Stations of the Cross on the way to St. Mary’s of the Pines, a stone chapel built in 1866. There is also a cemetery behind the church. The fall color on this trail was wonderful.


We left there and headed over to one of our favorite churches, St. Paul’s Evangelical Lutheran Church. But when we got there, a car was parked in the short driveway and a photographer was taking pictures. We decided to drive past and look at a few other things and then return. I made a mental note of the cornfield to make sure that I captured that view when we came back.


While stalling around to give that other photographer time to finish, we stumbled on a fall harvest scene with a long row of grain wagons parked along the edge of the cornfield. The farmers are having a hard time with their harvests due to all the rain, which resulted in very muddy fields.


We’ve learned not to question the Universe when it delays or reroutes us. In this case, we returned to the church from a direction that was different from our usual approach. This allowed me to spot a very nice composition from a hill that we usually drove in the opposite direction. And the fall color in the Baraboo Hills beyond the church was lovely. There is a sign above the church doors that is in German. It says, “Ev. Luth. St. Pauli Kirche, 1878.”


We decided to have our lunch while we sat in the peaceful surroundings of this historic church. The weather forecast had called for brief rain showers that would move through quickly starting around noon. Just as we finished our lunch, it started to rain. We moved on, counting on the rain to do the same. We drove to Seeley Lake to capture the dam and, hopefully, some fall color. But the rain began to increase and showed no sign of stopping. So, out came the umbrella for this shot.


Still hoping that the rain would pass through as predicted, we moved on, but it continued to rain heavily for the next hour, so we worked our way home. One of the last things I captured, also under an umbrella, was this Halloween display. I hope you got out there to enjoy the fall colors such as they were this year. Happy Halloween, everyone!


Happy Shunpiking!
Joann

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Thursday, November 2, 2017

The End of Autumn

By Ruth A. Ringelstetter

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Early on the morning of October 23, Joann and I left her house shortly before dawn. We had a first stop in mind, but we barely made it half way there before Joann was pulling over on the shoulder for a colorful, foggy farm scene.


Since the fog was shifting around in the hills, we quickly changed our plan and headed to Indian Lake County Park to see what the lake and the park offered for fall color and fog scenes. The park has a boat launch parking area, which we came to first, so we decided to start there.


Fog is a funny thing, and when you’re sitting still, you can see it shifting and moving around in the hills. From the boat ramp, you can look out over the lake, or look away from the lake across a prairie to an old farmstead.


Considering how the fall had begun, with much of the sumac changing color in early September, we were pleasantly surprised to still see some bright splashes of red around the lake.


The park was full of various fall colors, and as we drove to the main parking area, we could see the reds of some late sumac and the yellows, golds, and browns of the late autumn prairie. But we thought the best color was from the highway, where there was already too much morning work traffic.


So we pulled into the main area of the park and assessed the color as we circled around the parking lot. I commented to Joann that it was too bad we couldn’t really see much of the beautiful prairie from there that we had seen from the highway. But then Joann got an idea. She parked the car and walked up a rising hillside until she was high enough to look out over the prairie, with the remains of an old stone house and barn in the distance.


As we turned around and were driving back out of the park, we could see more color again, so Joann pulled over. By the time she came back to the car, she was very happy with the photographs she was able to capture, but she also had wet feet from walking around in the tall grasses.


After Indian Lake, we checked on a few more sites we’d been to before, and then ended up along the Wisconsin River. There didn’t appear to be a lot of color, but the fog was still hanging over the river enhancing the views.


A little further along, we passed the Mazomanie Oak Barrens. Neither of us could remember having been there before, so Joann turned around and we drove in. By this time, the fog was starting to lift, but Joann managed to move around enough to catch it as it rolled across the hillside.


We crossed the river into Sauk County with a couple of places in mind to check out for remaining color As we headed to one location, we glanced over to see one of our favorite old merry-go-rounds under a yellow maple tree. Sometimes we drive quite a ways down the road before one or the other of us says that we have to go back, but this time there was no question. Joann immediately found a spot to turn around to visit the merry-go-round.


Another favorite thing to find is a nice fall display. How cute is the one below with crows sitting on the scarecrow?


If you love rock formations, you definitely should spend some time along the roads in Sauk and Richland counties. They are easiest to see in the winter when all the leaves are off the trees, but they are at their prettiest in the fall when yellow leaves or orange and red sumac enhance their beauty.


We were a little late for our first visit to Seeley Creek Dam, as a lot of the color was gone already, but it was the first I had become aware of it. This is another case of being very close to something multiple times, but being unaware, and driving right by. We’re not even surprised anymore when we find out about things like this.


By now it was getting late in the day, and we were heading for home, but I asked Joann if she wanted to drive through Hoot Owl Valley on the way back to Baraboo and the highway home. I wasn’t surprised when she agreed, and we drove through the valley backwards of our normal route. The road is very narrow and hilly, but it was beautiful, in spite of most of the leaves having already fallen.


Almost every time we return to Joann’s house in the daylight, we pass by the church below. We’ve taken pictures from the highway in front of the church, but it is never as picturesque as when you come up to the church from the back.


And of course, we had to pull off as far as we could and get some photographs. This may have been the best year for maple color in the trees next to the church. And the golden cornfield still standing behind it only added to an already beautiful scene.

We hope you’ve had a wonderful fall season and have gotten to experience all the hues of autumn. We certainly enjoyed ourselves!

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Happy Shunpiking!

Ruth

Monday, October 17, 2016

Early MornIng Surprise

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

On Sunday, a little before 5:00 a.m., Ruth arrived at my house so we could head out for a day of fall photography in Juneau and Monroe Counties. Ruth pulled her car into the garage, opened the kitchen door, and said, “Just so you know, it’s froggy out this morning,” which is what we jokingly say when it’s foggy out. Then she asked me if I could fill her water bottle. I filled the bottle and took it out to the car.

When I came back in, I noticed a small brown leaf in the middle of the kitchen floor, so I reached down to pick it up. To my surprise, the “leaf” jumped across the kitchen floor.


Needless to say, it startled me when the “leaf” came alive unexpectedly. Now all I had to figure out was how to catch the tiny frog so I could take him back outside. This proved to be a bit of a challenge.


Every time I approached the frog and started to reach for him, he “boinged” halfway across the kitchen floor. And I had to keep chasing him back towards the sink so he wouldn’t go under the refrigerator or stove.

Meanwhile, the clock was ticking and it was already past the time we had planned to leave. So I grabbed a paper towel and lunged at him, successfully trapping him in the paper towel.


I took the little brown frog outside and let him go. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the frog, but he was too jumpy for me to do that. And I wish I knew what kind of frog it was. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a tree frog, which I often see and hear around my house. And I knew for sure it wasn’t a bullfrog! (Grin)


When we had finished loading the car, I went outside to make sure my little guest wasn’t sitting in the driveway behind my car. And then I heard something I’ve never heard outside my house in the thirteen years I’ve been here….a Spring Peeper. I didn’t know Spring Peepers sang in the fall, but I heard several again today. And then I read that they sometimes sing in the fall, especially when it’s warmer than normal, which it certainly was yesterday and today.


As we drove out into the country, I commented that it was indeed "froggy" that day, inside and out! I hope everyone is enjoying autumn. Just watch out for leaves that go “boing!”

Happy Shunpiking!
Joann

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Autumn at Last

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

Let me start this blog post with an apology. We try to release a new post about every 7-10 days, with two weeks as the maximum amount of time between posts. It’s now been three weeks since my last story about the Little White Church on the Hill. I had hoped to get something posted before leaving on a trip to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, but trip preparations and dealing with hail damage totally consumed me.


It’s been an unusual fall season so far in Wisconsin – unusually warm temperatures and an unusual amount of rainfall (not to mention the hailstorm that damaged so many homes and cars throughout Wisconsin).


The days since the official start of autumn have seemed more like the end of summer than the start of fall. Tomorrow, however, the first autumn-like day has been forecast, with a high temperature of 59 degrees, followed by morning temperatures in the 30’s.


Ruth and I always wait (impatiently I might add) for the all-too-short fall season to begin so that we can capture some of our typical rural scenes with the added benefit of fall color.


And now that our Michigan trip is complete, we are taking some day trips along the colorful backroads of Wisconsin. In the near future, we will have photos to share and stories to tell about our adventures in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.


Until then, be sure to get outside to enjoy autumn in all its glory.

Happy Shunpiking!
Joann

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Quick Pic - Back to School

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

This morning, I was greeted on Facebook with photos of my great niece and nephews who were proudly posing in front of the camera on their first day of the school year. It reminded me of all the great old-fashioned one-room schoolhouses we have in our photo collection that have yet to be processed.


It also reminded me that autumn is just around the corner and, although we are currently suffering through some intense heat and humidity, I am getting excited for the cool fall weather. I am also eager to hit the backroads with my camera to capture some of the beautiful Wisconsin fall color. And because Ruth and I both love the variety of autumn sumac that colors our images, I decided to share a couple of photos of an old school surrounded by orange sumac.


To all the children returning to school, have a great school year. And to all the drivers out there, slow down where children are present.

Happy Shunpiking!
Joann

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

It's a Small World

By Joann M. Ringelstetter

Autumn of 2011 was a disappointment to us because there seemed to be eternal sunshine, which makes for difficult photography due to harsh shadows and washed out colors. So Ruth watched nearby weather reports and it looked like we might find some overcast conditions in Minnesota. We then quickly planned a three-day trip to the Southwest corner of our neighboring state.


Unfortunately, it was very sunny there, too, but we made the best of it and we always took advantage of first light, which is soft and even. On the third day, we arose early and, after photographing a few lighted subjects in the town of Spring Grove, we headed for our beloved backroads. As we drove slowly along a gravel road that was high on a ridge, I told Ruth that we probably should have been there a week earlier. It was still a beautiful view, but many of the leaves had already fallen or been blown off by the wind and the colors were rather muted. Sitting along the side of the road, however, was an old green Oliver tractor that beckoned to be photographed.


I parked the car on the side of the road and started to take my camera equipment out of the back seat. And then I heard a loud voice coming from a man who was descending from the house up the hill from the tractor.

“You’re a week late!” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, we were just saying that a minute ago,” I responded.

“It was beautiful here about a week ago, before the wind and the rain came through,” he said.

As we talked, I noticed a set of steps that would allow someone to climb over the fence into the field, which would eventually lead to the valley below. There was also a sign that said, “HARTland (Hunting, Access, Recreation, and Trespassing). At the bottom, it said, “Tom and Betty Sawle.” So I asked him what the sign meant. He explained that he was more than happy to let people hunt or hike his beautiful land, as long as they asked permission first. What he didn’t appreciate was trespassing.


Then Tom asked me where we were from. I told him we were both from the Madison, Wisconsin area.

“I’m from there, too,” he said. “Well, actually, I’m from Hyde. Do you know where that is?”

“You’re from Hyde?” I asked, as it suddenly dawned on me that his last name was Sawle. “We go to Hyde all the time to photograph Hyde’s Mill. Are you related to Ted Sawle?”


“Yup, he’s my dad,” Tom replied proudly.

“Wow, it’s a small world,” I said. “I met your dad back in 1996. He was very kind to me and my family and he took the time to tell us about the mill and to show us his antique Oil Pull tractor and all of his antique tools.”


After I finished talking to Tom, I photographed his antique Oliver 70 Rowcrop Tractor and another view or two of his land. Then we headed on down the road.


A couple weeks later, there was a craft fair where I work and I had signed up to show some of my photography. As people mulled around looking at my photographs, a woman named Chris, with whom I had recently begun working, pointed to a photo of the Glade Creek Grist Mill in West Virginia and said, “That’s not MY mill.”

“Your mill?” I questioned.

Chris then told me that Ted Sawle was her grandfather and that she and her cousin had dug stones out of the mill pond to give the waterwheel enough clearance when her grandfather installed it on the mill at Hyde.


I told Chris about meeting her grandfather back in 1996 and then about meeting Tom Sawle recently in Minnesota and she informed me that Tom was her uncle.

Whenever we’re out on the back roads, no matter which state we travel through, we never know whom we might meet. And, often, it truly is a small world.

Happy Shunpiking!
Joann