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Negaunee Irontown USA, water tower, photo by Kim Nixon

A two-day storm in April hits the Upper Peninsula on April 20 and 21st, 2009. I’ve had to work the day-job so shots have been taking while travelling, and honest, I was as safe as I could be. I pulled over for this shot.

Can you believe that tomorrow is Earth Day? I can’t believe I am competing in a 5k on Saturday. I tell you it all better melt. I think the trees in this photo are saying, “Heikki Lunta Went That Way!”

Heikki Lunta Went That Away, photo by Kim Nixon

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With The Thaw came The Flu for my family members. They have all the usual symptoms. Me? I have “the flu of heightened senses” and the world’s worst headache.

When Mike went outside to retrieve the mail in came the ODOR of stinky wood smoke! Just what is the neighbor burning anyway? The wet STINKY doggies followed Mike. Then smell of his toast chased me from the room. It may be his first food in a 24-hour  time period–I ought to rejoice for him–not gag.

Everything is BRIGHT, SHARP, LOUD. I want to wear sunglasses, or hide under the covers. An envelope opening hurts not only my ear drums, but like fingernails on a chalk board, it hurts my very skin.

The room is either TOO HOT or TOO COLD and I don’t know whether to wear wool socks or peel off clothes. The bed-covers are a jumble from being thrown off and on. The house is smelly–I cannot stand it.

I itch! Everything feels rough. I am like a hyper-active-child that cannot sit still even though moving across the room happens in slow-motion.

I am planning to combat this flu by more soup (made yesterday when smells were not torture) and tea. Perhaps putting the Star Wars movies on one after the other. Not in their sequence but in the order they came out, of course. It might keep me on this lumpy couch and under a blanket. Socked or not!

Has anyone heard of this flu?

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Thill's Market, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Light in Darkness of Coming Storm, photo copyright Kim Nixon

BoXes View II, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Thill’s revisited, or should I say I went back into the folder, pulled some more images into Photoshop, ’cause those brown boxes in the face of white and gray made me warm. Those boxes–would they get ruined by the coming snows? Why do they say “seafood”? Why have I never shopped at Thill’s?

I went to Thill’s once with Evyind (a fellow co-worker at the Marquette Food Co-op) who I believe was looking for a cut of fish to use in sushi which I don’t eat. And that was over 4 years ago.

I once made a connection with a student (on the autistic spectrum) as I read a book and pointed to stormy waves and mentioned lake Superior. The student said one word, Thill’s. And took the book from me and headed to a quiet corner of the school library.

Here I sit trying to find words today. I am frightened by my income taxes. Feeling beat down for making just over povery wages. Wondering can this be what all my hard work has afforded me? I will expand on this soon, promise.

Then this morning the alarm went off and I looked out the bedroom window to wind, snow, drifts, and the window has snow piled in front of it. It was gray when I went into the YMCA for Aqua Therapy.

Then I emerged from hot tub and sauna. I exited the “Y” to sun. I thought the hope I have, the hope I can share is in photos. I can still build what I want. I can make changes. I am a person who makes changes. I am.

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A Sunny Start, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Thill's Fish House, photo copyright Kim Nixon

In Stock, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Near Thill's II, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Near Thill's, photo copyright Kim Nixon

I woke with a start at a glimpse of blue sky but by the time Mike and I rolled from bed the clouds had darkened the sky and the wind gusts had triggered warnings for up to 50 mph (Intellicast). You can see the dramatic changes taking place near Thill’s Fish House in Marquette’s Lower Harbor. Over this week I hope to process more of the captures and share some stormy skies with you.

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This is the library you dreamed of when you announced you’d be an author. Your books would be on a shelf and a librarian would lead children to your book. That child would find a snug corner to read your book. The snows would snow. That child would be so far beyond drifts and ice. Mittens and boots forgotten.

This is also the library you dreamt of when sketching out floor plans of great buildings with columns. You’d be an architect one day. People would find your work grand.

This is a place where community gathers. Where hope for your town stays alive. Where retirees read the paper. Kids come for programs. The backyard mechanic comes for reference books. You are always greeted with warmth upon entering.

When you enter look up for the most beautiful stained glass ceiling. Marvel at the second floor, glass flooring, too! Find a cozy nook with upholstered chairs perfect for tiny meetings with other artists and writers.

Visit the Library History Buff for more links on Andrew Carnegie and his libraries.

The Carnegie Public Library is located on the corner of Main and Barnum Streets in Historic, Downtown Ishpeming.

Visit the Ishpeming Carnegie Public Library on the web at: www.uproc.lib.mi.us/ish

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photo by Kim

What is sometimes hidden can include your “hope” in winter. My hope (renewed) came in the form of a borrowed car and pulling into the driveway (at home) from the opposite direction. I caught sight of the backyard bird feeders, and a nest hidden among the thick lilacs. These sights pulled me into the cold yard as the snows began, another winter storm in January about to begin, and the birds were in a concentrated eating frenzy. Gettin’ while the gettin’ was good.

photo by Kim

My car will not be ready until the machined heads come back and the the work gets buttoned up sometime Wednesday eve–if you can maintain that hope. Things get old, they get rusty, deteriorate. Even those blue balls in the yard that fade. I may leave the decorations up all winter. The snow is getting deep. I like the lights on sometimes. The smooth balls have faded from blue to purple to pink and now? But the textured blue balls are still a nice royal. Where am I headed with all this?

Somewhere past the snow and gray, the drifts and piles. I am getting older, mid-life. I am holding up better than the “no longer blue balls.” I am finding new directions with borrowed cars. I am turning toward…?

My Birthday is Janaury 18, 2009. I hope I will not start to fade.

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Winter Flowers, photo copyright Kim Nixon

Today is a snowy day and I can feel the cold permeating the house. The cold is crawling along the floors. I am in combat mode with Smart Wool socks and a thermal man’s shirt. The flu surrounds me at home and at work. I am trying to zinc-up and hydrate. I am eating bananas and citrus. The flu sucks and I do not want it–who would?

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