Edgewater Walk

Waves lapped at the rocks as a man rode by on a tricycle made for grown-ups. A sailboat in the distance glided effortlessly along the horizon. Sunbathers were beginning to arrive with their tote bags of towels and cold drinks.

It was funny. They were arriving as the thermometer was beginning to rise and we were fleeing for that very reason.

One thing that makes Cleveland’s Edgewater Park unusual is that the shoreline has weeping willow trees that provide shade to fishermen and the beach has massive, beautiful trees that provide some shade in the middle of the beach.

A pier makes a great spot to view the city skyline and to people watch. An enormous ship loomed on the horizon. The man walking by reeked of marijuana. Welcome to Ohio where the everyone smells like a skunk.

A couple across the beach had three Irish Wolfhounds in tow. Technically, I think the dogs were in charge. Come to think of it, they could have been mistaken for a trio of small horses in need of saddles.

People went every which way, talking, listening, jogging, staring at their phones. In fact, it seemed many people had no interest in the beautiful Lake Erie summer day that we were so enjoying.

I was grateful that we were both tuned in to the lapping of waves, the shade of the trees and even the increasingly hostile sun beating down on us as we cut through the grass.

Nature. Fresh air. People watching.

What more could we ask? I can’t think of a thing.

Notes From The Field: Christmas Edition

My holiday vacation is in full swing. Yesterday I headed to a neighboring town to pick up produce for Christmas Eve veggie lasagna and to do a little fun shopping. 

Yesterday was relaxing because, aside from retrieving produce, all my Christmas chores were pretty much done. The shopping and wrapping are done. I am going to make some more cookies and fudge today but it should be pretty low key. In fact, I don’t plan to start my car again until Tuesday because if I haven’t bought it yet I probably don’t need it anyway.

This is going to sound mean but I always enjoy hitting the stores a couple of days before Christmas when all my shopping is done and everyone else is frantically buying whatever stuff they can find. It makes me appreciate the serenity that comes with planning ahead and that inner calm allows for some pretty fabulous people watching. 

While in a vendor mall called Peddlar’s Junction, I overheard an elderly woman answer the phone and then proceed to tell the caller that she wouldn’t be home for a while. “Yes dear, we hope to see you too. We’re out running some errands right now. We’re very busy,” she said as she examined a vintage candlestick.

 I liked her style. 

Incidentally, if I ever tell you I’m out running errands, know that I’m probably at TJ Maxx smelling candles and buying pajamas. I’m probably stopping at a vendor mall and a bookstore too.

While walking through another store’s very busy parking lot, I witnessed a dirty maroon minivan make a turn on two wheels. The windows were cracked and vintage Johnny Cash blared from the speakers. When the driver climbed out, I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing Christmas pajamas and had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth while wrangling a youngster. That takes skill. 

She would make a great character for that book I may write someday. 

Lunch was cheese pizza, enjoyed in the car while I people watched and listened to Christmas music. Whoever cut the pizza seemed to have never cut or maybe never seen a pizza before. It was cut in odd sizes and shapes – one slice a sliver of no more than an inch at its widest and the one next to it at least a quarter of the pie. None of the pieces were pointy. It was bizarre. 

Part of the reason I went for a car lunch is that by the time I got around to eating, all the restaurants were full with folks waiting for tables. Even the fast food restaurants had long drive-thru lines. The other reason is that I wanted to hear Christmas music and feared it wouldn’t happen in a restaurant since it wasn’t happening in the stores. Why? After all, the stores were rocking around the Christmas tree and blaring Mariah Carey on November 1. On December 22, there was no festive music but a pile of Valentine’s stuff already on the shelves.

As Charlie Brown would say, “Good grief.”

All told, folks were patient and nice even in places where the wait was long. I chatted up most of my cashiers and not one of them claimed to be ready for the holiday. All complained they had spent so much time at work lately they had no desire to go shopping in their free time. I try to be extra nice to retail workers because it isn’t their fault that everyone waits till the last minute to shop. Not to mention, they aren’t paid that well and it has to be hard watching everyone come through buying things their families might love to receive but they can’t afford to buy on their wages.

Another common theme was the presence of people talking on their phones in stores. If you’re one of those people, note that you aren’t very fast or efficient while you wander around chatting up Sally Sue about who-knows-what. There’s likely someone behind you that wants to reach around you (or maybe just knock you down) so they can  grab something off the shelf you’re aimlessly blocking. 

Ha! Can you tell I hate phones in stores? 

 In all, it was a great day of  much needed quality time with myself. I found several bargains and a few things I couldn’t live without. As much as I enjoyed this excursion, I was glad to come home with my treasures, light up the tree and turn on the Christmas music. 

Are you ready for the holiday?

Marlboro Man

Mackinac Island is an ideal place for people watching. I was walking down Main Street when the crowds parted and this guy came into view.

What do we suppose is his story?

He reminded me a little of western actor Sam Elliott and of the Marlboro Man. I believe that’s a bag of fudge he’s holding so at least we know he has good taste!

I love capturing small moments in town like this where a person is quietly going about their day and posed as though they knew your camera was looking for a subject.

And what a great subject he made!

Market Photos

Weekend markets are a fantastic place to people watch and to take your camera for a walk.

You’ll find good food with a side of inspiration.

Friendly pets.

Things you didn’t know you needed.

Pops of color.

Sometimes we even see things that draw us in. This little girl was transfixed by this beautiful mural and it made me smile.

If you think representation doesn’t matter you most likely are well represented in the world. What a lovely moment for this little one and for the rest of us who enjoyed her quiet fascination.

These photos all came from Second Street Market in Dayton, a place I hope to visit again this fall. A morning of people watching and some time at the Dollar Book Swap sounds awfully appealing. Then again, there are many things I haven’t done over there. Perhaps I’ll try something new!! Regardless of what else I get into, you’ll definitely find me at Second Street, looking for all the things I didn’t know I needed to see!

Country Mouse

I am a country mouse. I grew up in a rural area where there are no museums and cultural events are a rarity. Our county courthouse is two stories and there are just a handful of buildings that require an elevator. Our idea of diversity here mainly involves Catholics and Amish. Most people look alike and have identical shared values.

It is exciting to visit a place that is tall and populated with people who look and sound different than what I know.

I never fail to look up when surrounded by tall buildings.

People watching on busy streets is a hobby.

I look up, down and all around to see and absorb as much as possible.

Artifacts of famous people like Abe Lincoln’s top hat are treasures to be admired and examined.

Places like Washington D.C. are a dream come true because the streets are lined with famous landmarks and museums filled with treasures.

Fancy art installations stop me dead in my tracks.

Even a subway station is potential subject matter for a photo.

Visiting the final resting place of our first President is moving and a moment of reverence.

Things that are different, things that are historic or noteworthy, things that others pass by without a glance are special to me. I feel sorry for anyone who can walk by a piece of history or a beautiful work of art and not see its value.

I’m a country mouse and I’m not shamed. In fact, I’m glad for that.

People Watching

Sometimes I wish that it was socially acceptable to just walk up to a stranger and ask what their story is. “Hello sir. You look like an interesting human being and we’re stuck in this airport for a while. Would you mind telling me where you’re from and a little about your life philosophy?”

Since I wasn’t brave enough to do that, I’ll have to settle for making up my own tale. But really, friends – doesn’t he look like he’s been on some adventures?