Stoney stares.  #Wordless Wednesday #Creepy eyes in the ‘hood.

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Posted in #Wordless Wednesday, walk, walking | Tagged , , | 37 Comments

They’re late: they forgot to spring forward!

Climate change and El Niño partnered to create a beautiful Autumn here in Southeast Michigan and Veterans Day 2023 was no exception – it was a sunny, Pure Michigan day. I was eager to explore a woodsy area located between Heritage Park and Wayne County Community College, so I decided this was the day to discover the Fletcher Discovery Trail.

I’ve written at length about picturesque Heritage Park in every season. I haven’t done a Winter walk in a while, but believe me, the Mallards huddled together on icy Coan Lake, with the covered bridge as a backdrop, or snow settled atop the Little Red Schoolhouse is a sight to behold.

I arrived around 10:00 a.m. and was happy to see the Maple trees ablaze in a fiery red and still quite showy, so the camera came out of its pouch very quickly.

After a quick meander around the historical area, I paused near the Hand Train Station for a few minutes.

The renovations were complete on the railway cars.

Heritage Park is always sprucing up this venue which the City of Taylor proudly calls “The Jewel of the City” and, since I often visit this park, I have watched the transformation of the two railroad cars, a caboose and boxcar, from faded red and worn looking, to bare wood and now they sport traditional Christmas colors of red and green.

To be honest, I liked the original worn look better, but here they are now, spiffed up with new paint.

Well, you sure won’t miss them at the entrance to the park.

You might need sunglasses to look at that bright green box car.

Its wheels look like they were refurbished as they are now brighter.

The caboose was tomato red, emblazoned with its green maple leaf logo. Did you wave at the caboose when a train passed when you were a kid? I always did.

I paused at Coan Lake, camera in hand, to take photos of a half-dozen Canada Geese that seemed pretty sedate …

… then. all of a sudden, they made a quick getaway and I hastily stepped back, lest I get splashed. I know I didn’t spook them as I wasn’t that close, so perhaps it was “false alarm flighting” (when flocks of birds suddenly take flight even when there is no known predator in sight).

The Mallard ducks weren’t interested in any goings-on with the geese nor me.

It was time to wander the Fletcher Discovery Trail, which, although created in 2018, was new to me. It is a pathway through the seven-acre woodsy area connecting Heritage Park and the Wayne County Community College campus.

I was happy to discover this Fletcher Discovery Trail.

As I strayed from the trailhead, to walk along a rather nondescript trail, the birds were singing, a squirrel was chattering and I couldn’t help thinking about the contrast to Veterans Day 2019 when we awoke to a record 9.2 inches of snow. Yes, it was a fluke and two days later no traces of the “white stuff” remained.

It was not dense woods; I could see the sky through the trees. I was alone for this entire excursion, but for a woman jogger and her German Shepherd which happily loped alongside her.

I kept swiveling my head around, hoping to find the mated pair of Wood Ducks. Our local Audubon Society saw and photographed them perching in the trees along the trail a few years back, but I had no luck seeing them.

Leaves were fluttering down fast and furiously, surprising me, since the Maples at Heritage Park were still full of leaves. Oaks seemed to be the predominant trees with leaves littering the trail, but a fair amount of Maple leaves were included in this freefall. I tried taking photos of those falling leaves but they were faster than my finger pressing the shutter button.

I found fungi on some fallen logs.

And, on the topic of fallen logs … someone scribbled a message.

This log looks like my chair seat after it cracked in two causing me to fall in a heap on the kitchen floor last Summer. Ouch!

Leaves, less vibrant, with muted gold and red tones, stood out from the crinkled leaves which crunched under my heavy walking shoes.

I guessed all the green leaves were gone until the new leaves unfurled in Spring.

The graffiti artists were working hard in the woods.

Not far off the beaten path, something caught my eye that looked a bit out of place in a woodsy area. I passed this huge container and wondered what it was used for since Heritage Park has a building, which resembles a barn near the Petting Farm, where heavy machinery is stored.

I had to stand back to get a shot of everything. You may remember the “Peace-n-Love” post I did for Valentine’s Day week featuring some of this artwork. I found those tags here.

I saw several deflated pumpkins, no doubt left by homeowners as a treat for the wildlife … query: who were those pumpkin eaters?

The squirrels (or some hidden critter which I did not see) likely were the culprits that further decimated these orange orbs.

Interestingly, the fleshy part of the pumpkin was gone, but the seeds were left behind or embedded in the dead leaves. I guess pumpkin seeds are not a treat.

So, this begs the question, did the squirrels spit them out like we used to spit out watermelon seeds when eating a “smile” of watermelon as kids? Seedless watermelons were not available when I was a kid, so Mom would caution “Linda, spit out the seeds or a watermelon will grow inside of you.” Well that was quite a visual, so believe me, I spit out the seeds!

After exploring the entire trail, I headed back to Heritage Park where the sun was brighter and it was actually warm enough to unzip my jacket. I was happy I decided to explore beyond this pretty park and will be returning here again, in search of those elusive Wood Ducks.

I am joining Terri Webster Schrandt’s March 10th Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge: GREEN (any shade).

Posted in nature, walk, walking | Tagged , , , , | 46 Comments

Graceful Mute Swans.  #Wordless Wednesday  #Beautiful birds, but sometimes bullies.

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Posted in #WildlifeWednesday, #Wordless Wednesday, nature | Tagged , , , , | 32 Comments

What’s that bright yellow orb in the sky?

Last Summer’s predictions for a mild and fairly dry Winter, thanks to an impending El Niño, filled my heart with joy. I have never been a fan of Winter and this mindset was long before I began my walking regimen in 2011. For decades I took the bus to Downtown Detroit and waiting on a bus that was behind schedule due to snowy and frigid weather was no treat.

So, the El Niño forecast meant I could possibly walk daily all Winter. Yay!

Our Winter weather WAS great … until it wasn’t.

Unbelievably, snow was not the bane of my existence during this Winter of 2023-24; it was plain rain, some freezing rain and also seemingly never-ending rainy days. The siege of wacky weather began in mid-January after we had snow, then freezing rain, then a flash freeze, leaving an icy glaze on our city streets and of course my driveway and sidewalks. A Polar Vortex settled in and the temps were way too cold for road salt or ice melt products to work.

The weather woes persisted, even after the icy grip was loosened, with three more non-stop rainy days.

Finally, milder temps melted the ice, so the car and I could safely venture out of the garage without slip-sliding all over. That day was February 4th and I tucked my camera into my coat pocket and off we went.

Can a person bask in the sun in the dead of Winter?

Yes! Just feeling the sun on my face was wonderful and it sure was good to see my shadow again. I spent about an hour at Council Point Park feeding, then taking photos of my furry and feathered friends and watching a Canada Goose gingerly stepping onto the ice. I was surprised to see the Creek was still frozen over in places, but the walking path was ice-free. I will share those photos in a separate post.

I decided to drive to Lake Erie Metropark and see if the Sandhill Cranes stuck around for the Winter. I had visited that venue in mid-December and didn’t see them – in fact, I meandered those marshlands and left without a single photo.

Once inside Lake Erie Metropark, I slowed down at the Offshore Fishing Bridge, craning my neck for a sign of those Cranes, but I couldn’t see them. However, a couple of Mute Swans and lots of Canada Geese were in that narrow marsh area, along with some gorgeous reflections, so happily I pulled into the parking lot, hopped out and turned on the camera.

The sun was high in the sky, a wonderful sight to see

…except, with my point-and-shoot camera I kept seeing my reflection in the camera’s window. Grrr. I decided I would make the best of it and really, was I going to complain about the sun after almost three weeks of gloomy, gray weather and a slew of rainy days? Nope!

The reflections from the Offshore Fishing Bridge were pretty.

Geese gathered at this narrow marsh area where ice still outlined the edges.

I climbed up the hill to see what I could see from the bridge. A few ducks and geese huddled together atop the ice on the other side of the bridge.

I then wandered back down the hill, closer to the shoreline and stood beside a big tree, grateful for the partial shadow, so I could take a few photos without the sun’s glare. Remnants of the Polar Vortex were more evident here as patches of ice still dominated the shoreline, while the middle of the marsh was almost ice-free.

These Canada geese and Mute Swans were contentedly paddling around.

I was not that close to the shoreline for the Mute Swans to take issue with me. Long-time followers may remember how I was taking pictures of a pair of Mute Swans, when the cob (male) angrily stomped up the creek bank and came after me, hissing and snorting. I headed him off by tossing peanuts his way and when he stopped to eat them, I vamoosed.

That was then; now I was enjoying a peaceful Sunday afternoon filled with waterfowl and, as I drank it all in, I realized just how badly I needed this nature outing.

But, this idyllic, sweet setting quickly turned sour.

A loud whir of wings told me swans were overhead – would they plunge down into the icy water and give me some photo ops? I certainly hoped they might, but the four Mute Swans circled above, then quickly disappeared over the woods.

But the old adage “be careful what you wish for” was certainly true, when moments later another pair of Mute Swans alerted me to their presence, once again with the unmistakable humming sound of their wings. I swiveled my head upward just as they descended, in an ungraceful landing. Instead of seamlessly descending onto the open water, the two interlopers came in fast and furiously; one hit the ice hard and the other landed right onto the pair of swans paddling together and minding their own business.

Suddenly, a blurry clash of white and loud noises ensued.

All of a sudden, there was a lot to SEE and HEAR from my vantage point in the tree trunk’s shadow. I was torn between watching the feathers flying with my eyes, or capturing the images with my camera, while shooting blindly with that pesky sun in my eyes. I did the best I could.

As this kerfuffle unfolded, several geese began honking and quickly took flight.

A few geese remained close to the action, but backed off a bit.

A loud bugle-like call alerted me that yes, the Sandhill Cranes were still in residence, so I swiveled my head toward the direction of the noisy calls, clear across the marsh and there they were, embedded in the dry reeds.

It was like the cranes and geese were watching “Fight Night” – all they needed was some popcorn!

Oddly enough, one swan seemed unruffled in the thick of the fray, as three other swans tangled nearby.

The fracas eventually ended at the shoreline, after one swan tried to get away, with the others in pursuit.

I stepped back as they got closer to me.

And this is how it ended up – it was “down for the count” for one poor swan, laid out on the ice, with one swan watching and another swan standing with its huge feet on top of it. This sight was disturbing to see.

I was aghast at the brutality of the fight and aftermath which had been ongoing for about five minutes. I shut the camera off at this point. Dare I look – was that one swan dead?

No worries, the interlopers flew away, as the seemingly wounded swan righted itself a few minutes later, paddling over to what I presume was its mate.

These Mute Swans, presumably the original pair, stayed in place and I got a few close-ups, which you’ll see for this week’s Wordless Wednesday.

I am joining Terri Webster Schrandt’s Sunday Stills Challenge for March 3, 2024 “Rainy Days”.

Posted in birds, nature, walk, walking | Tagged , , , , , , | 55 Comments

Cheep digs! #Wordless Wednesday #Why are both birdhouses askew I ask you?

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Posted in #Wordless Wednesday, birds, nature | Tagged , , | 37 Comments

Deception is NOT my intention!

Admittedly, today’s post is not my usual shtick.

But, I do love to stir the memory pot on occasion, especially when it involves a brush with fame.

As you already know, (if you have been reading all the way to the end of my long weekly posts), I’ve been participating in fellow blogger Terri Webster Schrandt’s weekly feature “Sunday Stills” since mid-October 2023. It has been fun cherry-picking photos accumulated in my 2023 excursions to match Terri’s weekly prompts.

So, when the February 25th “Fun with Photo Editing” prompt came along, I knew I could dig into my archive of vintage photos and rise to the occasion.

I really enjoy photography, a renewed hobby for me since starting my blog in 2013, but, save for adding a little text to a photo for holiday shots at a free image editing site, I’ve not yet ventured into serious photo editing. I know that in this age of Artificial Intelligence, I could easily put my image next to a celebrity’s image, living or dead. Today’s prompt lets me share a few fun photos from my past.

Laurel and Hardy … and Little Ol’ Me.

I attended Henry Ford Community College after high school, before finishing up at Wayne State University to graduate with a B.A. in Mass Communications. While at HFCC, I got involved in extracurricular activities, something I didn’t get a chance to do in high school as you had to be a “cool kid” – but here, at HFCC, it was different.

I was eager to work on the college newspaper The Ford Estate and it was a fun time as fellow staffers became fast friends and we hung out as a group every weekend, attended outdoor concerts in the Summer and remained friends after parting for our respective career paths.

Besides being a reporter on the school paper, I kicked my college experience up a notch or two by joining the National Model United Nations Club, Associated Student Government and also became the Editor of the Student Handbook.

I could fill this blog post with photos from those days, but instead I want to focus on photos taken at the ASG Banquet in the Spring of 1975. A fellow student government rep was Jim Mulleague, whose mother was “Gundella the Witch” an actual witch and local TV celebrity.

Well, Jim had an entertainment gig of his own; he and his friend, Rick Underwood, dressed and acted the part of Laurel and Hardy. They were the spittin’ images of the comic duo and these impressionists had their comedic routine down pat. Jim and Rick’s guest appearances at local events helped pay for their college tuition. For our end-of-the-school-year ASG banquet, Jim and Rick arrived dressed as this famous duo, (who made over 100 long and short films together between 1926 and 1940 and were considered to be the most successful comedy team in the history of Hollywood).

Because I never went anywhere without my trusty Kodak Pocket Camera, even if it meant smooshing it into the fancy little purse I was carrying, I was ready for the unexpected surprise, when the pair walked into the banquet room, dressed as this famous dapper duo.

Hurriedly, I snapped a photo of the two of them (yes, a bit off-center) …

… then I asked them to pose with me.

They brought along copies of photos used to advertise their services and autographed them …

Over Thanksgiving weekend 2017, I digitized all my photo albums and scrapbooks. This was no easy feat, especially since some albums and scrapbooks did not have removable pages, so this project is not complete since some images are raw and need tweaking. But happily, with just a mouse click or two, I can hop onto Shutterfly, the online imaging company where I store those digitized albums and scrapbooks, to reminisce over decades of memories.

A couple of years ago, I was in my Shutterfly online scrapbook in search of a particular image for a blog post. Flipping through endlessly, I paused at the photo of Jim, Rick and me. I decided the off-kilter belt on this long gown was definitely a distraction in this fun shot. So, I went onto Facebook to see if Shutterfly had a community where members might edit your images for free.

Bingo! They did have such a group, so I asked to join and here’s what happened next:

So, using “Image Compare” in WordPress, which photo below do you prefer?

Just slide the bar over to compare the before/after images.

Jessica did a great job and, as you see above, I thanked her, but zapping the belt from the dress and eliminating a spot on the curtain, seemed to make the photo blurry. Hmm – while it was fun to see what Jessica did with a little photo editing, I think I liked the imperfect photo better.

Yep, there’s no pleasin’ people sometimes is there?

Now, let’s fast forward a few years, shall we?

Foto Fun – so, are these photos the “real deal” or not?

So, while it was fun getting photos taken with “Laurel and Hardy” I was also mixing and mingling back in the day with a former Prez and the Royal Family, circa 1979.

Not everyone can say they had their picture taken next to a former U.S. President, but I can. Of course, it would be cheating if I didn’t add that the picture was taken at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in London, England.

President Carter was the nation’s 39th president. His term was from January 20, 1977 – January 20, 1981 and he was the sitting President at the time I visited Madame Tussauds in May 1979.

His wax likeness at Madame Tussauds was put in place in November 1976 after winning the election against incumbent President Gerald Ford.

Hmm – it looks as if President Carter was giving me a side-eye here? The photo even looks like it was spliced together, but it was because President Carter stood in front of a red wall and I was standing to the side of that red wall.

Out with the old, in with the new: if you click here, you will see a short video showing President Ford’s wax likeness being replaced with the newly minted President Carter and you can see the two different walls.

I was full of smiles, having just gotten my mouthful of braces removed a week or so before the trip. I sure didn’t mind the thin retainer over my top teeth after enduring wrap-around metal jackets on each tooth for almost three years? Ugh!

I am also including these two photos of Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip and Prince Charles in this post. There were other folks waiting to have their photos taken with the wax Royal Family members, so it was a quick meet-and-greet photo event and no time for tea and crumpets.

Hope you enjoyed taking this stroll down Memory Lane with me.

As mentioned earlier, I am joining Terri Webster Schrandt’s Sunday Stills February 25th Challenge: “Fun with Photo Editing”.

Posted in Memories | Tagged , | 71 Comments

The Red-winged Blackbirds are back; it must be Spring!  #Wordless Wednesday  #My stats: 27th annual GBBC (“Great Backyard Bird Count”)


Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Posted in #WildlifeWednesday, #Wordless Wednesday, Birds,#GBBC,, nature, walk | Tagged , , , , , | 58 Comments

Let me tell you ‘bout the birds and the bees and …

… the flowers and the trees, all seen on my second trip to the Environmental Interpretive Center (“EIC”) on Saturday, August 19th.

My first visit to this woodsy setting at the edge of the University of Michigan-Dearborn’s campus was back on May 12, 2023. You can read the post about that excursion here if you missed it.

The EIC was just one stop on a journey wherein I meandered along the Rouge Gateway Trail and past Fair Lane Manor, the home of Henry and Clara Ford.

During that first visit to this venue, the trees were just beginning to leaf out, the grass was lush and green and I was happy to photograph a couple of Wild Turkeys, a Chipmunk and some Canada Geese and their goslings. Clara Ford’s extensive flower gardens were devoid of color, save for the Lilac bushes.

After that visit, I subscribed to the EIC newsletter where I learned the Center is a Monarch Way Station, which means this venue provides the resources necessary for Monarch butterflies to sustain life and provide successive generations, mainly through Milkweed which gives them sustenance and the energy to migrate to warmer climates in advance of harsh Winters. Recently, it was disappointing news for butterfly enthusiasts to learn that the Monarch butterfly migration from Mexico this year is down 60%.

After last Spring’s visit, I planned to return to the EIC in the Summer when the warmth and abundant sunshine would create a garden setting filled with birds, bees, butterflies and flowers.

Having become more familiar with the proximity of the EIC to Fair Lane Manor, (just a half-mile/8 km down the road), I knew at the end of my EIC meander, I could simply zigzag through the Manor’s Great Meadow on the way back to the car. I planned to revisit those architectural ruins, (the original Rose Garden, Pond and Summer House), as well as check out that frog pond that an interpretive guide wowed a group of students on a field trip when he repeatedly dipped a net into the murky waters producing frogs and giggles galore.

There is no need to write endless words about Henry and Clara Ford’s iconic places and spaces, as I’ve done so in the past, so today, I’ll touch upon only the ruins briefly and spotlight an iconic tree, new-to-your-eyes items at the Estate.

Exploring the EIC and beyond.

On a hot and humid August morn, there I was, tripping down the familiar path, a/k/a the Rouge Gateway Trail, scanning for deer and/or turkeys, but instead of veering left to enter the grounds of the iconic Ford Estate Manor, I continued walking along Fair Lane Drive to reach the EIC.

Last May it was a Friday morning and the nearby campus was bustling with students dashing from building to building for their classes.

It was very quiet this time.

Some fungi on a fallen log were not really worth pulling the camera out for a photo – it’s not like they were colorful Turkey Tails, so I kept on walking.

But then I saw this sign along Fair Lane Drive – well yikes! Was this sign here the last time?

I was alone once again. I admit this sign did give me cause to pause, but I continued on, albeit a little more mindful of my surroundings.

No, I wasn’t a scaredy-cat, but a few steps later, I saw this.

Well, my eyes told me what it looked like, but my brain said “no Linda, it is not someone’s brain on the side of the roadway” (um, even though is sure looked like that). Thanks to a Google Image Search I learned this was a hedge apple produced by an Osage Orange Tree. Did you know that?

Well those two items had piqued my interest, but there was no time to dwell on either as suddenly I had arrived at the Environment Interpretive Center, which looked decidedly different than back in May, as it was surrounded by an abundance of yellow flowers called Woodland Sunflowers or simply Ditch Daisies.

The flowers were photo ops for birds and bees.

I’d guess the person that originally planted these flowers loved the color yellow, but most likely these patches of vibrant beauties are solely due to pollination. There were a few purple flowers as well, but not many.

I already knew there were several bee hotels – these are two of them.

And here are some bees enjoying the Ditch Daisies.

I stood very quietly hoping the bird feeders might give me a glimpse of some songbirds.

But they were empty like the bee hotels, although I did see a Sparrow (or Finch?) posing nicely on a flower stem.

“What no butterflies?” I wondered as I stepped away from the flowers to venture down a trail. Then alighting on some greenery was an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail.

I decided to take the White Oak Trail …

… and wondered where I would end up. (Hmm – it looked a little dark in there.)

What a scenic view greeted me at the end of this trail! I had walked along the shoreline of Ford Lake back in May, but now could see this body of water in its glory. The reflections were stunning and there were already some American Lotuses.

After leaving picturesque Ford Lake, the next trail sign was for Clara’s Rose Garden. The humid morning made dew drops on the sign.

I stopped at the pond to peer inside its murky depths for frogs. There were none. In May the Canada geese and their goslings were paddling around and nibbling on reeds, but today there were a few Lotuses and Pond Lilies and that was it.

I learned from an EIC newsletter that Clara’s Rose Garden with its Pond will eventually be turned into a contemporary green space by the University of Michigan – Dearborn in conjunction with the EIC.

It seems that Clara’s Summer House is unloved and in disrepair.

Interestingly, since 2010, ongoing renovations at Fair Lane Manor have sought to meticulously recreate the glory and grandeur of the mansion when Clara and Henry Ford lived at this peaceful, nature-laden sanctuary from 1915 until their deaths in 1950 and 1947, respectively. Fair Lane Estate was named a National Historic Landmark in Michigan in 1966.

There was a cessation of renovations due to the COVID pandemic, but outside renovations, plus inside, including each of the 56 rooms in this 31,770-square-foot home are being painstakingly restored. I have followed the Facebook briefings of each meticulous detail and synopses of work done by the Conservation Team by various restorative experts, so it boggles my mind, that the once-iconic Rose Garden, Pond and especially the Summer House, have been allowed to languish into the current dilapidated state where these items were once a highlight in the “Great Meadow” (the expanse of land where these structures are found).

All that is left of the Summer House structure is its frame, seen in the first two pictures.

In these two pictures you will see the frame of the Summer House as it faces the Pond and rock wall and a close-up of the rock wall.

To me, allowing this iconic area of the Estate grounds to fall in disrepair is akin to leaving this dead leaf clinging to a fence at the current gardens near the mansion.

Speaking of leaves, I made one more pit stop at the Estate that day, lingering at the historic Weeping Birch Tree, which was planted in 1948 to commemorate the Fords’ 50th wedding anniversary. The tree is massive and I had to stand way back to get the entire tree in the frame. (Note the signs.)

The sun was climbing higher in the sky and it was still horribly humid. My walking shoes were soaked from the wet grass and my clothes were clinging to me. I put the camera away as I was heading directly to the car. The chances of seeing deer or turkeys now at mid-day were slim to none. They were likely smarter than me and in the cool woods.

I trudged along, but, wait, I squinted and wondered “what’s that in the distance?” It seemed more birds would grace my walk, when a pair of Wild Turkeys trotted past me, quickly escaping to the brush and away from me and a potential photo op or two. I managed to muster a few faraway shots.

As they turned tail, their rapid departure left a few feathers behind.

I am joining Terri Webster Schrandt’s Sunday Stills February 18th Challenge:  “Iconic Places and Spaces”.

Posted in nature, walk, walking | Tagged , , , , , | 60 Comments

Peace -n- Love. #Wordless Wednesday #60s Vibes #Valentine’s Day

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Posted in #Wordless Wednesday, Valentine's Day | Tagged , , | 30 Comments

Have a heart.

With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, you may have hearts, flowers and chocolate on your mind, whether you are the potential giver or the hopeful recipient. Today’s post will include some hearts and flowers, but sorry … no chocolate.

This post is about the Running to Honor 5K Run/Walk. The actual event was held Saturday, July 29, 2023 at Heritage Park, but I did the 5K walk virtually the following day at the same venue.

The Running to Honor event was organized by Aaron Bartal, a veteran from Lincoln Park, who spent six years in the Army. The inaugural event in 2019 was created to memorialize his comrades lost on his tour in Iraq. Aaron Bartal lost nine fellow soldiers on the battlefield and even more after returning home.

You may be surprised to learn that in the U.S., there are 22 veterans per day that die from suicide or PTSD, some many years after they return from the battlefield. So Aaron Bartal has made it his mission to use the event’s registration fees to raise funds for resources so veterans may get help, plus honor and keep the memory of our fallen soldiers alive, while reminding all of us that freedom is never free.

How I learned about Aaron Bartal’s mission.

You may recall my heartfelt post last Memorial Day about Army Specialist Craig S. Frank, 24, of Lincoln Park, Michigan, who died on July 17, 2004 in Baghdad, Iraq from injuries from a rocket-propelled grenade that struck him from behind. He was assigned to the Army National Guard’s 1775th Military Police Company from Pontiac, Michigan and just days from returning home from that tour. He was posthumously promoted to Sergeant on July 21, 2004. There is a Fallen Heroes statue in Sergeant Craig’s honor at Memorial Park. If you want to see the photos of Sergeant Craig and his memorial from my prior post, you can click here.

In 2022, a portion of M-85 (Fort Street), a busy thoroughfare in Lincoln Park, Michigan,was renamed Craig S. Frank Memorial Highway. I read about our Governor signing the highway dedication legislation into law in the local paper and assumed (incorrectly) that our City had sponsored this highway dedication. But after the renaming ceremony I learned funds were raised from Aaron Bartal’s event Running to Honor so I knew I would sign up in 2023 (and I have also registered for the July 27, 2024 event as well).

A morning walk to reflect on the loss of these fallen soldiers.

It was a beautiful Summer morning, albeit hot and humid, when I visited Heritage Park in association with the Running to Honor 5K. That event focused on the number 22. As mentioned above, 22 is the number of service men and women in the U.S. daily who did not perish due to war, but from taking their own lives as a result of their time spent in the service. Yes, you may be as surprised as I was to read this statistic.

I decided that due to the solemnity of this charitable event, I would wend my way through the historical area of Heritage Park, then meander over to the Botanical Gardens which is located on the fringes of the park’s campus. I intended to seek serene scenes, so instead of fun and frivolous shots of turtles plopping off their ramp, a Canada goose giving me a side-eye or a group of Mallards splashing happily under the cascading fountain, I focused on pretty reflections at Coan Lake …

… then took the long way to visit the Taylor Conservatory and Botanical Gardens to photograph some flowers.

I promised you hearts and flowers.

There was Francesca’s Heart, a sculpture dedicated to Francesca Weatherhead, (nee Vitale), a 25-year-old newlywed who was tragically killed by a parolee who was fleeing police and broadsided her car in 2014. The artist of the sculpture is a friend of the family.

At the Conservatory I found another heart, which you see below and enlarged as the header image.

On that moist morning, there were hot pink petals with dewdrops.

I saw red and white flower combos.

But was there some blue as well for a patriotic theme? Why yes … there were twin contrails high above the Conservatory.

There was even some red-white-and-blue patriotic décor mixed in with those flowers, presumably from the event.

I took these photos to show how the humid air and dew drops shimmered on spider webs in the Knot Gardens.

After my long walk I was ready to get to the car, enjoy the A/C and cool off before driving home.

The race swag was mailed a few weeks before the event. You can see the stats displayed on the back of the finishing medal regarding veteran deaths by day/week/month and year (enlarged in the last photo).

I am including this photo from the Running to Honor Facebook page of some of the fallen heroes honored at the event. The photos and flags were placed here the night before with one honor guard respectfully watching over them through the night. There will be over 100 fallen soldiers and fallen veterans to be honored at the 2024 Running To Honor 5K Run/Walk.

I had 22 photos in this post to honor the 22 military lives lost from suicide/PTSD in a solitary day.

I thought I’d share this quote:

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry from The Little Prince.

I want to mention that today is also my 11th blogging anniversary.

I am joining Terri Webster Schrandt’s “Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge: Pink and/or Red”.

Posted in 5K events, Flowers, nature, walk, walking | Tagged , , , | 65 Comments