Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
I was able to get a copy of this at my first follow-up appointment after my accident. It’s hard to see them all, but that’s twelve screws attaching the titanium plate. Doctor said things are looking good. I’m supposed to start therapy and weight bearing in about four weeks.
I caught this sunset the evening before my accident. It was 0° F, with a -16° wind chill, but the sun’s glow on the horizon under the dark clouds made enduring the cold worthwhile.
I’m looking forward to the day I’ll be able to raise my camera to my eye again.
View more →A photograph I did not take, of the portion of sidewalk where I tripped.
The temperature was -12 (Fahrenheit) with a wind chill of -29. I was rushing from my car to get into work and out of the cold. My left shoulder took the brunt of the fall after I stumbled. I ended up breaking my humerus in a few places at the ball end, and surgery was needed to fix things. I now have a titanium plate with TWELVE screws in my upper arm bone. No doubt, I’ve got a lot of physical therapy in my future.
For just over two years now, I’ve been drumming and playing percussion again. Previously, I hadn’t done that since my early college days. I’ve been enjoying it so much that about a month ago, I decided to upgrade my main instrument. It’s such a beautiful drum!
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It’s hard to believe that five days ago I could see the lawn in my yard. Two big storms later, and these snow piles along my driveway are three feet tall.
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Last night’s celebration at Madison’s Olbrich Park. There was much drumming and dancing. Happy Solstice!
As I hiked along the trail Sunday, I saw these yellow colored ferns, beautifully lit by the sun, a ways off the trail. In order to avoid ticks, I usually don’t hike into the underbrush, and stick to the groomed trails. But we’ve had some cold weather, and the season is winding down. It’ll be OK, I thought.
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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
– Anais Nin
It’s hard not to feel a bit sad when the leaves start falling, foreshadowing the loss of beauty and warmth. I know there’s always hope for brighter times to come. But for now, mourning the beauty that’s lost seems fitting.
There are always paths to choose, even when out on a simple hike. Which way should I go? Which option is the better one? When hiking or in life, the choices are not always crystal clear.