12.28.2007

Greatly Loved


Originally uploaded by FlyButtafly

Sadly, my parents' boxer Solomon passed on yesterday. He was a part of our lives for many years - since my son was barely talking. He was a rescue dog; someone found him running along a highway when he was about a year old, with a chain dragging behind him. Apparently, he had been continually chained up outside (anyone who knows Boxers knows they're not outside dogs) and escaped more than once. Finally someone called the Boxer Rescue who came and got him before he was run over. It was soon thereafter that he arrived to live with us (I was still living at my mom's at the time).

He was an incredibly sweet dog with a heart full of love to give. Pawing at your leg for a rub, or sliming your jeans while he enthusiastically greeted you, he was always ready to give and get some attention. He loved to play, loved to wrestle, loved to eat, and loved people.

He will be greatly missed.

10.22.2007

A Shocking Job

This is sooo crazy! I don't remember who originally sent me this link, but I love watching the video. I definitely don't recommend this kind of job for those scared of heights... or electricity.

10.21.2007

One Life, Multiplied

My husband sent this video to me, after seeing it on ESPN, and after watching it I had to post it here. Make sure to grab the Kleenex.

The Silent Ranks

The Silent Ranks

I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the Military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.
But the Military world is the place where I live.

I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind.

My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man
And the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.

I love the man I married. The Navy is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military Wife.

~Author Unknown

I just want to dedicate this to all the wonderful women I've come to know throughout the Military, who've stood behind and beside their husbands though heartache, separation, good times and bad. It takes strength, fortitude, an amazing amount of patience and grace to do what you do. Together we help each other get through the tough times, and we rejoice together when our men come home. We know the struggles, we laugh at the mishaps (after-the-fact, of course), we give each other advice and a shoulder to lean on. We all know what it's like to have everything fall apart the day our guys leave. Heck, the first time my husband left, my toilet overflowed, a headlight on my car burnt out (and I was stopped by the cops because of it), and a huge spider made it's appearance in our apartment. It never fails - ask any wife. As soon as our guys are on their way, the house falls apart, the kids get sick (every time my husband went out on deployment, my kids came down with something horrible the day before), the car breaks down...

But we live with it, because we have to. We deal with it, because it's our job, our duty. We love our husbands, we support them, we do what we can to make them successful and able to focus on the job they have to do. It's hard and lonesome, but the reunions are more joyful than you can describe. There's nothing like the feeling of seeing your man walking towards you for the first time in so many months. That first kiss... seeing your kids jump into his arms... and knowing that once again, he's made it safely back to you.

So this is to you, the Military Wife. Cheers!

The Military Wife

The Military Wife

The Good Lord was creating a model for Military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said," Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied," Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both mother and father, be a perfect hostess for four to 40 with an hour notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head. "Six pairs of hands? No way!"

The Lord continued. "Don't worry, we will make other military wives to help her. And we will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husbands achievements, sustain the pain of separation, beat soundly when it is overworked and tired, and be large enough to say, "I understand" when she doesn't and "I love you" regardless.

"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm gently, "Go to bed and get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow."

"I can't stop now," Said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave good-bye to her husband from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it's important that he leave."

The angel circled the model of the Military wife, looked at it closely and sighed.

"It looks fine, but it's too soft."

"She may look soft," replied the Lord, "but she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I'm not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."

The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak," he said. "It's a tear."

"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.

The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."

"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.

The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."

~Author Unknown

10.11.2007

A Familiar Sight

A Familiar Sight


Taken by my husband from the deck of the USS SHOUP, currently in San Francisco for Fleet Week.

That is Treasure Island. No, not that big lump of land on the right. That's YBI, or Yerba Buena Island. It's more to the left... if you squint... kinda see it yet? It's a little flat. ;) That's because Treasure Island is built on landfill. An island of landfill? In the middle of the bay? In an area laced with faults and prone to earthquakes?

Yeah. Not the smartest idea. As they found out in October of 1989. October 17, to be exact. Weird to think we're coming up on 20 years since then!!! Oh wow, do I feel old all of a sudden. Ok, so in a week it will have been 18 years. Since the largest earthquake I've ever personally experienced. Something none of us in the Loma Prieta earthquake will ever forget.

Living on an island made of landfill in an earthquake is an unsettling experience (pardon the pun). Try being stranded in the middle of a body of water for two weeks. With your streets flooded with raw sewage. The air reeking of natural gas. Statues and old building foundations emerging through the ground, long buried from the 1939 World's Fair. No water. No electricity. Cracked walls. Sinking floors.

Scary? Um, yeah. You could say that.

Eventually the sewage was cleaned up. We had lye sprinkled on the streets and sidewalks for weeks after that. My cat ran away, and was gone until almost Halloween. Thankfully, she did come home - almost starved-to-death. They anchored an aircraft carrier out in the bay to provide us with electricity. They brought in porta-potties (one per court... for the occupants of the approx. 24 housing units surrounding that court to use) and water buffaloes, and eventually set up an army tent so we could get showers. They alternated men's days/hours with womens' days/hours. Very odd experience, that.

I lived on Naval Station Treasure Island from Aug. of '89 until late-1995, when they were in the process of closing down the Military bases in the Bay Area. Presidio had already been turned into a park. Oaknoll Naval Hospital was closed. Ships were slowly being transferred from Naval Air Station Alameda to various other ports. My dad was on the Abe Lincoln when it changed homeports to PSNS-Bremerton (now NBK-Bremerton. Though the Lincoln isn't there anymore; it's now stationed at the same base as my husband's ship, in Everett). So right before my 16th birthday, we moved away.

It's so sad to go visit the island now. We were down there a couple years ago to visit my family in the area, and we made a quick stop to drive around the island. It was so weird. No gate guard, for one. Well, there was someone there, but I'm not really sure what his job was. BLDG 1, what used to be the Admin. building, and housed the Treasure Island museum (not to mention was featured as the Nazi airport in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade - they hand-painted those Third Reich banners on the celluloid after-the-fact, as the Navy would not allow them to hang Nazi symbols on their building, of course) was completely empty. Well, except for a small SF police office, and the dozens of teenagers in formal wear streaming out of one of the doors.

Most of the houses were fenced off, with strange signs warning people to keep out. Someone was living in my old house. As we drove past, I looked at the trees out back and remembered all the times I'd sat up in those branches, just looking down on the world. Thinking about the time my kitty first started climbing the tree - poor thing, it took her a while to get the hang of it. She actually fell out of it a couple times at first. She was ok. :)

The old NEX was still there, though all boarded up and closed. The fields where we'd had carnivals set up multiple years in a row, were all occupied by tractor-trailers and mobiles.

The old elementary school, where I'd spent so much time rollerblading (I was homeschooled when we moved onto the island, so I'd never gone to school there) was completely dark. No lights on anywhere. The gym, where they filmed a scene from Copycat (and shut it down for a month to do so - which didn't go over too well with the residents) was shut up... and the theater where we'd had our town meetings after the earthquake, gone to USO shows, and seen countless movies... in complete disrepair.

A lot went on those years I lived there. Some good. A lot of bad. But I'll always remember it for what I loved about it. Driving around YBI and over the "pearly bridge" at night, all lit up and leading into one of the most beautiful skylines in the USA. (You know that typical "calendar shot" of the SF-side of the Bay Bridge, shot looking over it into SF? Yeah - that was shot from YBI. I saw that view every time we came home.) Seeing the Embarcadero buildings lit up at Christmastime, looking like huge harmonicas. Driving down the Avenue of the Palms, watching them sway in the ocean breeze blowing in through the Gate - I always said we had the most beautiful driveway in the world. Waking up to the fog so thick you couldn't see the light in your court, or even the wall of the house right outside your front door.

I could go on forever about memories I have of that place. :) Someday, maybe I'll write them all down - just so I can pass them on to my kids, and let them know what it was like before everything changed, and everyone left.

There's only one other person I still keep in touch with, outside my family, who lived there at the same time and watched it all happen. Our next-door neighbor on the island - even though she moved away long after we did (they couldn't kick everybody out at once ;) she only lives a few hours away from us now; so she comes up to visit every once in a while. :)

I know everything changes in life. Nothing can stay the same. But when you're a Navy brat, change is a constant. You're always moving, always making new friends and leaving the old. You don't get a chance to put down roots. You never know what's going to happen next, so you try to hold on to any steady thing you can. For me, as ironic as it seems, it was this flat patch of landfill out in the middle of the bay.

10.09.2007

Wish I Could Be There With You...




For my husband:

This time it's a little harder than it usually is. This time, you're in my old stomping grounds, and I'm not there to share it with you. You floated in through the Gate, underneath that great golden bridge, and into the Bay where I spent some of the most formative years of my life. But I wasn't there to see it. You sailed right past my old home where I had so many different experiences - being in a major earthquake, watching my dad sail by on his way to sea and Somalia, and much more ... but today I wasn't there to wave as you passed.

And when you tied up at the pier, just a few streets down from my favorite place to go as a kid, I wasn't there to greet you.

Many others will get to see you; they will walk around with you inside your ship, see the inner workings of where you spend most of your waking hours, and learn about the day-to-day life of a Navy Sailor. But I won't be in the crowd listening to you speak.

I will be here at home, doing what I do. Loving you, praying for you, taking care of the kids and house, and waiting for you to come home. And wishing I could be there with you...

10.05.2007

Sketchy


Sketchy
Originally uploaded by FlyButtafly

This was done at one of those "photobooths" at Chuck E. Cheese's. It's my hubby and me. (He's so hawt.)

I just had to share this old Chuck E. Cheese training video which Todd so kindly directed me to. Kinda scary, but interesting nonetheless. I have to imagine the approach is a little different nowadays.

10.01.2007

Gone all Friends & Family

My Blessings




Yep, I've decided to completely turn all photos of my kids on flickr, to friends/family only. :( Unfortunately, hundreds of stolen-from-flickr photos of kids are showing up in various places 'round the net, most notably on Orkut (google's own social-networking site) and also on MySpace. I'm not as popular as some of the other people who've had photos stolen, but there's also some new to flickr who've had photos taken. The majority of my kids' photos have been f/f for a while now, mostly to protect them from viewing by less-than-savory people, but I've shared some of them with the public; not anymore. To be honest, I'd been considering it anyway. Some of them had showed up in Explore, and been extremely popular - and ended up being misused and reposted by people pulling them through the API. Even though I've had downloading turned off for non-contacts, and 3rd-party API searches turned off, direct feeds were still pulling them and occasionally I'd find them on some odd site I never heard of before. I got major crap from one person after I asked him to remove my photos and let him know he was violating many of the API's TOS, so from now on, I just share with those I trust. Sad, but what else can I do?

9.19.2007

Aye, Even Flickr Talks Like the Brethren...


Aye, Even Flickr Talks Like the Brethren...
Originally uploaded by Look alive swabs! 'Tis FlyButtafly!

Arr! Ahoy scallywags, swabs, and bilge rats - it be International Talk Like a Pirate Day this very day! Aye, all ye scupperly dogs and lubbers watch out or ye might find yersel' keelhauled or kissing the gunner's daughter... if ye're lucky!

Look alive me hearties! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arrrrr!

9.01.2007

Yay! Good News!


Self-Portrait
Originally uploaded by FlyButtafly
I haven't taken any new SPs for a while, so I decided to use this one from a while ago to share my fun news. :)

When I joined flickr almost three years ago, I would never have expected to be where I am now, as far as photography is concerned. I only joined because I had just started a blog, (sadly not updated very often nowadays - too much time on flickr ;) and it said I could post my photos from flickr to the blog. It didn't take long till I was hooked, and then a few months later I got my first digital camera. Then I learned about Camera Tossing, and posted my very first attempt. It was one of my most popular images on flickr ever - still is in fact - and it was my very first paid-for published photo. (I was interviewed for and it was published in a story about camera tossing in the Washington Post.)

I was also contacted by Jim Dever of Evening Magazine (a local entertainment/news show), to do a segment on my camera tossing. That was a lot of fun. Unfortunately, I don't have the video (so kindly recorded for me by KnowWonNose) uploaded anywhere on the 'net - maybe when flickr goes video. ;)

I've also licensed 8 different images for use on ExperienceWA.com, Washington State's tourism website.

And now, I'm gearing up (literally - I have some serious gear to buy) for a wedding this winter! My sister's best friend has asked me to shoot her wedding this December. This will be the first time I've been hired to do photography, and I am so excited. I've long wanted to do photography professionally, and I'm slowly, finally, seeing my dream come to fruition.

Of course, I had to decide on a name for my business, if in fact I wanted to have a business. I wracked my brain, trying to come up with something memorable, pretty, and representative of me in some way. And something that wasn't already in use, obviously. I originally was thinking something like DownyThistle Imagery - I love thistles; the color, the way they look, and they represent my Scottish heritage. But it just didn't seem quite right. Well, one morning, I was driving home from taking my husband to work, and I saw the mist from the Snohomish River hanging in the air over the water and the nearby strawberry fields. Strawberries are a big crop where I live. (I have yet to find a suitable place to pull off I-5 and take a photo of the magical sight; but I'm determined one of these days, before the clouds set in for the next 7 mos., to do so.) As I looked at the scene before me, the name StrawberryMist Photography came to me. So I've decided to go with it.

Of course, without my husband's support and patience, and my kids' tolerance of my camera constantly in their faces, I'd never have gotten this far.

But now, who knows where I'll go from here? :)

5.23.2007

"Empire of Blue Water"


Tall Ship 2
Originally uploaded by Yogi.
I just finished reading a great book by Stephan Talty, so I thought (since I've been meaning to write book reviews every so often and have yet to do one) I'd write some thoughts on it, share my opinion and maybe encourage someone else to read it. Especially with the popularity of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies over the past few years, this book should pique some curiosity.

The book's tagline states what it's about:

Captain Morgan's Great Pirate Army, the Epic Battle for the Americas, and the Catastrophe That Ended the Outlaws' Bloody Reign


It's the true story of the pirates of the Caribbean, and even though I haven't seen one of the movies, I've always been interested in pirate lore and this book does not disappoint. When I bought it, I wanted to be sure this was a historical work, not merely another romanticized novel about pirates and pillaging and burning. I was greatly pleased to find out it is purely historical - but told with the flair of a novelist. The writing style is flowing and captivating, with enough information to make you cringe as the images come to life through his words, but not so graphic that it is unsuitable for older children who might like to know the history of the Brethren of the Coast, and its most famous leader.

Mr. Talty begins his tale by taking you to modern-day Jamaica, away from the tourist spots and directly to the remains of Port Royal, once considered the "Sodom" of the mid-17th century. He intrigues you with his description of the streets that once were busy thoroughfares, now completely underwater; the possibility that Spanish treasure could be lurking just under the silt, for those lucky enough to find it; and the hint of a disaster that in the Brethren's later years, befell that wicked and rich city, and brought it to destruction.

As he tells of young Morgan and how he worked his ranks up to Capt. and then Admiral, he also includes the history of the Hapsburg family of Spain, and weaves information about the war between England and Spain expertly with the happenings half a world away in the waters of Jamaica, Hispaniola, and South America. He creates a character, Roderick, as sort of an amalgum of pirate types, and uses him to illustrate what life was like for the typical sailor/soldier-turned-privateer. Life was raucous and rough for these men; filled with bursts of bloodthirsty violence, torture (common for just about everyone in those days), and raiding; only to head back to Port Royal with riches and glory, and spend their days wiling it away on women of ill repute and various types of alcohol - "Kill Devil" made with molasses, said to be so potent it could do away with Lucifer himself; rumpunchen; fine wines; whatever money could buy. Sooner or later their money would be used up, and they would be ready to go on another raid.

It is incredible some of the feats that Morgan and his men were able to pull off; his brilliance, combined with their savagery and the Spanish time after time underestimating the ability of the Brethren to strategize and adapt to different situations (and being rigidly unable to adapt, themselves), is really what spelled success for the greatly outnumbered privateers. Time after time, the Brethren outsmarted and outfought the Spanish, and conquered city after city, until Morgan's reputation became an almost mystical thing.

His life took many twists and turns, especially throughout his days as Admiral, while Spain and England were trying to negotiate peace. But in the end, he retired a wealthy plantation owner on the island of Jamaica. Unfortunately, his rough life had affected his health, and he became extremely ill and died at a relatively young age. He left everything to his wife, whom he loved dearly, and after her death, to his nephew - as he did not have any heirs of his own.

It was not long after his death, that the city that he had helped to build, was lost... in an event so catastrophic, that I wonder I hadn't known about it before now. And I leave it to you to find out, when you read the book. A very excellent book it is, and I highly recommend it.

5.15.2007

Bye, JPG!


Bye, JPG!
Originally uploaded by FlyButtafly.
Recently, JPG Magazine went through an overhaul. Apparently, Paul, one of the partners at JPGmag, decided to abandon what made it so successful to begin with - along with the magazine's founders Derek and Heather, and the first 6 issues - and rewrote (or more appropriately, erased) the history of the magazine.

I think it's galling, and I can not conceive any rational reason for doing so. There are so many people who've been a part of it from the beginning, and completely disregarding and dishonoring those of us who contributed and were part of a once-great community is going to do nothing but harm the magazine we loved. Good bye JPG, sorry to see you do this to yourself. But if this is how you wanna play, then good riddance.

The real story of JPG
Heather's post
What the 'About' page used to say
The new 'About' page
8020 Publishing's post

I'm just thankful I was able to be a part of the group and magazine way back when - before it decided to sacrifice its parents and feed on itself. I even had a photo published in issue 6, "Oops!" - before they switched gears and went downhill. I guess all I have to say now, is Bye!

2.04.2007

Time for a new post? Heh

Ok, so part of the reason why I haven't blogged for so long is merely the fact I'd forgotten my password. And then I'd get too busy to blog. And then my flickr account was out of sync with my blog (how the heck did that happen?) and on and on...

So now here I am again, after almost a year, picking up the blog again. I've got so much to write about and so much to share that has happened since April of last year. I have a beautiful new baby girl (who is almost 2 months old, already!) and my husband has orders to a Destroyer, which will be going out to sea in a couple months. He's in school right now, but once he gets home we'll have to move somehow in 15 days. I don't have a clue how this is going to happen, and to be honest, I'm kinda freaking out. Our house is a mess, we have so much stuff that we need to go through and get rid of, and I don't have a clue how to do this. I took a moving class once, when we moved from in-town to on-base, but that was 4 years ago, and we did it ourselves then. We've never had actual movers come and do it. (Well, I did when I was a kid, growing up a Navy brat and all, but not as an adult and a Navy wife!)

So honestly, right now I should be cleaning instead of writing. See, there's always something else I should be doing, which is why my poor blog has been neglected so much. Well, that and I spend way too much time on flickr as well, though even that has gone waaaaaayyyyy down in the last few (well, several) months. During my pregnancy, I was just too tired to get on for long once my husband was done with the computer (he's really into fantasy sports, and sports in general, so the internet is how he keeps up with the lastest info.)... that or I wanted to spend time with him instead. Mostly I'd be on for a little while, while he played Xbox, but even then I had little energy to comment on others' pics. I feel really horrible for neglecting my friends/contacts so much. I don't know why I'm so bad at keeping in touch. I don't hardly email, I don't like talking on the phone (unless it's to my husband), and I don't know... I just - I love having friends, I really like the ones I've made on flickr and all... it's just hard to keep up with everyone. I have only so much energy, and the kids get most of it during the day. At night when I'm not busy with them, I'm usually wanting to just sit and watch something or look around flickr and see if there are any new developments in my groups or such. I haven't even been hardly uploading photos; only very sporadically at best. *sigh*

Well, I'd better get going. I have a dishwasher to empty/fill, and so much other stuff to do. Plus I wanted to have some ice cream tonight. I bought some vanilla/chocolate with chocolate-covered peanuts and ice cream cone pieces, but now I'm craving something minty. Maybe I'll make a milkshake and put some pillow-mints in it. I dunno. Oh wait, we're out of milk. Have to go to Central Market tomorrow. Darnit.

Oh, and tomorrow's the super bowl, too. Bears vs. Indy. Wonder who'll win? I'm not really rooting for either team. Neither are my team. So I'll just watch, and hopefully see some cool commercials (the quality/creativity of those have seemingly gone down as the years have passed though - or maybe we're just so used to all the special effects/computer animation that nothing grabs us anymore. Oh well. What a bunch of jaded people, huh?

Well, I'm off. Hopefully I'll get some rest tonight and be able to get up earlier tomorrow. G'night! (I'll post some pics later; flickr is offline for some server upgrades or something).