Got out to take some pictures on the trails at Riveredge yesterday morning. Here is a Palm Warbler that stayed still for just long enough.
And here are some of the folks out social distance birding…
Something about this bench was so inviting. Maybe it was the surrounding sun. 😉
Seated inside of an office within a large hospital and next to a stack of industry-related magazines. I looked over at the side table and on top was NEUROLOGY TODAY or something similar. I don’t remember the specific name. “Why the hell is Exene Cervenka of X the Band on the cover of this magazine?” I recoiled.
I’d driven my brother to an appointment, related to #HuntingtonsDisease, which Ken harbored the gene for and developed, and which I for some reason do not have. We were both born with a 50% chance of catching that which our daddy, Edmund III had. I guess I inherited the name, Kenny the disease.
I read the article about Exene having #MultipleSclerosis and how she orients her medication while on tour to optimize her ability to be onstage for a couple of hours. My perspective read that she would spend her whole day struggling and conserving energy for a couple of optimal hours on behalf of the experience of their fans. A true inveterate performer.
I recall seeing X play during the Sprecher Brewery anniversary party at Juneau Park in downtown Milwaukee. I’d never expected for the opportunity to see this band, that started practicing in 1977, let alone in my own city, for FREE, during in a open air festival.
That show took place during a foggy spook of a night and I recall being confused, while driving past in search of a parking spot, in seeing that the band was onstage even though we were 10 minutes early. I now imagine this might have been a result of Exene’s optimal prescribed window (or, who knows, any other random conditions. Not everything is a result of our damned ailments).
At some point, long after I’d finished reading the magazine article in the hospital, and was enjoying replaying their lyrics in my head, my brother emerged from his appointment with the neurologist. My heart was filled with meaning and metaphor while we drove home. Ken’s always been better at taking things for what they are, and me, the silly poet, I’ve always felt the need to ascribe some existential meaning to every, often unimportant, moment.
When I was a kid I admired Michael J. Fox for having the guts to be in front of a camera and continuing to act despite clearly living with Parkinson’s. I recall reading that he had a similar strategy to Exene in regards to performance and medication timing.
Huntington’s Disease was an ever-present specter throughout my childhood. Like a loud-snoring bunk bed sibling that might spend the next 30 years sliding a plastic bag over your head while you slept. By the time I’d started high school, aside from doctor’s appointments, my dad didn’t leave the house. That always rankled me, no matter how I tried to get him out into the world, if only to push him around the block in the wheelchair because the sun was out…my dad just wanted to close the drapes and be done.
X put out a new record today. I discovered this through Buzz’s Garage on WMSE 91.7FM. I’ve listened to it three times so far now. Maybe four times, I don’t remember. No doubt, ALPHABETLAND is an X the Band record. They’ve got it. They still possess the kernel of what they are and what, together, they have been. They’ve lived and evolved as humans and came together to distill that indescribable amalgam of what they are separate and together.
I’ve cried a few times already while listening to ALPHABETLAND. I’m still impressed with their songwriting, their musicianship, their story as a group of people creating music more encompassing than the sum of their parts. Granted, my tears probably have more to do with what their music means to me in my life than theirs. Regardless, it was their songs that elicited the response and these reflections from my soul.
This picture is of the poster Eric Von Munz made for their spook foggy Sprecher Brewery performance above Lake Michigan that I watched while my 6-year-old swayed with me while seated atop my shoulders.
X and their music and what it means to me touches a chord I can’t quite explain. You just have to listen to their music. And maybe it won’t be there for you. At that point I wouldn’t know what else to say. But it sure reaches a place for me.
Here is where you can hear, and own, X the Band’s new record. Enjoy it. I know I am.
The line of people waiting to vote was quite stunning, so I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures.
I ran into John McLaughlin of The Brass Rooster and was stunned by the hat he was wearing. This isn’t surprising, as John and Kate have provided a haven for haberdashery in Milwaukee for a decade now. This hat, however, had some unique artistry going on. So I made plans for later in the week to stop by the store, and came up with this article for OnMilwaukee.
I went out at work to take a few sunset pictures the other afternoon. Something everyone takes pictures of can be a challenge to shoot in a unique way.
It wasn’t a particularly stunning sunset (no clouds) and I wanted to reinforce the idea of being outdoors, hence the emphasis on footsteps, not just reinforce scrolling through pretty pictures from one’s phone.
I go back and forth with imagery of nature. Does it motivate people to get outside, or might it satisfy that desire from a standpoint of spectating? A visual candy, lacking experiential sustenance.
Pretty pictures are nice, sure, but I’ll trade all the pretty pictures in the world for going outside and experiencing it myself. I’ll continue venturing outside and will continue to take pictures often when I do. 😘
Creating a new school is a little like designing an iceberg. Once it’s open people might notice it looks like a huge undertaking, but most of that work takes place before it appears. This past fall The Riveredge School opened onsite at Riveredge Nature Center. I’ve had the good fortune to be able to document some of the activities of these students at the first nature-based public charter elementary school in the greater Milwaukee region.
This picture above was the first time I went out to grab some snapshots of students out on the trails. They were participating in an exercise to sit down, and write or draw everything they saw and heard in the forest that surrounded them. They sat down and began to take in their surroundings and went to work, overall quietly and contemplative. I’d never seen a group of first graders work so independently and so calmly.
Here is the completion of the yurt classrooms last summer, two of which are in use at Riveredge. Volunteers are extremely helpful.
Science lessons can take place on the land in conjunction with Riveredge staff and educators. Above, student learned about habitat restoration and creating ways for a less common plant species to flourish.
A snapshot of the inside of the yurt classrooms. I wonder what it’s like to have your first school experience be one in which the majority of your time is spent outdoors and the remainder of the time is inside a cozy round room looking out onto prairies. That idea kind of makes me wish I could be seven years old again and go to school there.
This was one of the first snows of the season and everyone was outdoors having a great time.
Students learned to cross country ski this past week. I bet they’ll be excited to arrive at school this morning with our six inches of new snow yesterday.
Late last summer, when the yurts were completed and awaiting students to begin classes.
Got out on the trails for a little ride this morning. A few extra photos on my Instagram account below (including a little brief poetry). Feel free to follow me there.
Wisconsin winters are long…we’ve got to get outside and celebrate whatever weather we have. Or we’ll all go insane indoors.
