Ruminator

Here is my attempt at writing a poem about the recent trip I took. Lake Michigan Oh, Lake Michigan, vast and blue, your beauty knows no bounds. From sandy shores to crashing waves, your magic is all around. I love to watch the sunrise paint your waters a golden hue and end the day with moonbeams dancing and shimmer as the skies lose all its blue. Your waters hold a thousand tales of ships that sailed and sank, of ancient tribes and voyageurs, who braved the storms and quenched themselves as they drank. You’re home to fish and birds and gulls, and creatures yet unknown. A wild and wondrous place, where life in all its forms has grown. Oh, Lake Michigan, my heart’s delight, I’m grateful for your grace. May your waters always sparkle, and your beauty never fade. Until next time, Tim

Photo by: Tim Bindner Last weekend Marcie and I went to northern Indiana and southern Michigan. It was a quick trip, but we got to see one of my favorite places and relaxed a bit. From our home, the trip took roughly 4.5 hours. A straight shot up I-65 through Indianapolis and eventually into Michigan City, Indiana. Driving through the farmlands of Indiana can bore too many, but for me, it is peaceful. I have always found a calmness in looking out over rows of corn, old farm homes and red barns. Heck, I drove through Seymour, Indiana, home of Live Aid founder John Mellencamp. Friday afternoon, we arrived at our motel, dropped off our stuff, and headed out to our first destination. Washington Park Beach and Michigan City East Pierhead Lighthouse draw many people throughout the summer. Today it had some people milling around, but it was not very crowded. As we parked and unloaded, we could see and hear the gulls flying around, kids yelling and laughing, and see the lighthouse in the dista

Photo by: Tim Bindner My wife recently started a new job with a new company after 17 years at Humana. Her second week at the company, her boss had an in-person meeting, which she likes to do twice a year. Marcie’s boss was in Cleveland, Ohio, so I took a few days off, drive her to Cleveland and spent my free time shooting a place I had never been too. We arrived Tuesday afternoon, unloaded at our hotel, relaxed for a short bit after a 5.5-hour drive, and then I drove Marcie to her first location. A bar/restaurant called Collision Bend Brewing Company, in the “flats” of downtown Cleveland. Per advice from her boss and a friend that I planned to meet the next day “it is not a good idea to walk around that area”, so I stayed in a parking lot next to the bar. The temperature was a refreshing 65 degrees. The warmth of the sun and gentle breeze were enjoyable, but it met me with complete silence when I turned to my left. I grabbed my camera, hopped out of my car, and began shooting. This thi