photography:: wrapping up my trip to Bermuda

While it was not my intent to drag on the Bermuda posts for 2 months, that is exactly what I have done…

If you need to get caught up, here are the other posts:

When my Mom does something, she has lots of follow-through.  She not only grew them, but hand delivered them on 3 occasions back to Bermuda.  The baby plantlets were carefully placed back in their natural habitat over the past 5 years.  It takes a little hike into the woods, then some climbing, and then even more creative cave navigation to get to the site.  But we did it & it was great to see some of them thriving!  Of course, not all the previously reintroduced plants survived, but more are making it to adulthood than ever before.

This is where the adventure began…quite a fairly-tale entrance to the woods if you ask me. 


We went back later to work a little in the lab, and then all of our work duties were complete. So we spent the next 2 days taking in the sights and being tourists.

Not surprisingly, my favorite part of the tourist portion of our trip was spent hiking and photographing at Horseshoe Bay.  Lots of cool stuff to explore, very few people because it was the off-season, and ocean spray photo-ops galore.  


 Thanks for stopping by to share my journey!

photography:: day two, part two

Not that my last post explained it all or that this post will either, but I feel the need to expand a bit and show you more of Nonsuch Island before we move on to the fern reintroduction site.  Since it is so rare that the average tourist gets to see this microcosm of how Bermuda is supposed to be without human intervention, it only seems right to share.  Alison (our friend from the Ministry of the Environment) cares so deeply for her country, that she nearly had all of us tearing up when she said off the cuff that Nonsuch is how her Bermuda looked 400 years ago.  I guess you had to be in the moment there, but the pride in her voice was intense.

So without further ado, these are a few more of the sights from our hike up and down and around Nonsuch Island.




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photography:: day two


Bermuda is actually a 22 mi. long island with many small islands surrounding it.  As you will notice in my photos, some are very, very tiny.  The only other island we visited in the area was Nonsuch Island.  It is a protected habitat with only a few regular conservationist employees and it requires a permit to visit.  Since we were there for the purpose of conservation, we were granted a permit and were given a fantastic tour by Jeremy, the scientist who has devoted his entire adult life to saving 1 species of bird, the Cahow.  They look much like a small version of albatross, and when he began working on Nonsuch there were only 2 mating pairs.  Each couple spends about 3 years digging an underground nest in the side of the cliff.  Not only do they dig back into the cliff, but then they carve out an escape tunnel straight up to the surface as well.  Crafty little things, aren’t they?  Once they have survived 3 or so years of making the perfect nest, then they finally take the plunge and decide to have a baby.  So yeah, they were nearly extinct.  There are now at least 141 mating pairs on Nonsuch!

Hurray for bird-sex!

So, in the following shots you will see my trek to Nonsuch starting at the dock on the main island, the boat ride, the visitor’s learning center, and Jeremy’s domain from buildings to birds.  This was my absolute favorite day of my trip and I took hundreds of photos during the 5-ish hour excursion.  I hope you enjoy!





~the ‘Sunshine House’, also the house Bermuda said NOPE to Oprah when she wanted to move there~


~this is where H. Ross Perot ended up after his career in the US, not too shabby for a family compound…~


~and this is where Silvio Berlusconi hides out~



~fyi…that is a 400 year-old toilet.  on the edge of a cliff above the ocean. with gun turrets. and a very very large cactus growing at the base of the exit chute.  and I laughed very very hard about this~






~Jeremy told us to ‘hang on, let me grab a bird for you’~


~he then proceeded to measure and weigh and do sciency things~





~private, protected, un-touched beaches = paradise~

photography:: more island time

Thanks again to all who took time to read and/or comment on my previous post.  I try to keep things on topic here at yarnchick40, but I’m a real person that just needs to write sometimes.  And it’s my blog.  And I can be fickle if I want 🙂 And I’m really happy that you still visit even though I AM fickle occasionally. 

Talk about the perfect time to go to a tropical paradise, right?  While things were getting more blustery on the plains, I was soaking up the sun, hiking, descending into caves, and totally geeking out over a secluded conservation island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

I’m not sure how much you’re into over-kill explanations,  but I learned so much stuff that I want to remember.  If all my droning on and on gets to you…just hush and look at the pretty pictures 🙂

In my first post about Bermuda, I stopped after being in the country for all of 4 hours…there is oh-so-much-more!

Before we could even get to our bed and breakfast style hotel, we got to meet Alison & her boss.  Alison is my Mom’s main contact with the Ministry of Magic (the Environment actually) in Bermuda.  The way we met her boss was quite unorthodox.  As we wrapped up our little stroll through Kim’s gardens we were greeted with a couple of very large and very dead piranha fish dangling from a man’s blood covered hands.  It took a moment to process that he was not in fact bleeding, but the fish were.  These are believed to be pet fish that someone dumped in a protected park’s pond.  Remember kids, spay & neuter your pets, or don’t try exotics if you won’t be their forever home.

They sure get huge, no?



Because Bermuda is such a small bit of land in a vast ocean, when a non-native species of anything is introduced it can have a big impact.  At the Ministry, they spend the better part of their jobs working to conserve the natural species and minimize the damage done by invasive species.  Unfortunately over the years many, many invasive non-native species of plants and animals have wreaked havoc on the little island.  We learned about at least 50 different plants & animals from Alison that had changed their ecosystem.  She was a wealth of knowledge and interesting to listen to, and of course patient with all of our curiosity.  We must have sounded hilarious with all of our questions.  Or super annoying, but she was a trooper!

We finished up day one by Alison driving us back to our b-n-b (that didn’t serve breakfast???) through the narrow & twisting roads.  Once we were settled in, we got a taxi and headed to the grocery to get outrageously priced food to stock our kitchenette.  Nearly everything in the stores is imported and consequently we had some sticker shock.  A baguette that I normally pay $1 for in the States was $5, a dozen eggs ran $7 and convenience foods were marked up even more.  Needless to say, we decided to divide & conquer to purchase supplies that were healthy, easy to cook and complemented each other to cover some of our meals.  As you can imagine, with having to use a taxi every time we wanted to leave (there is literally no place to walk but in the middle of the narrow roads) and with the cost of goods, restaurant food was super pricey.  The locals eat deli-style food for lunch when out & about so we followed their lead.  It was delicious and more reasonably priced, but the cheapest you could get a lunch was about $20.  Sit-down dinners were close to $40 per person before buying alcoholic beverages.  Needless to say, I did not imbibe at those prices.  I also felt like I needed to be the protector of my mother & her assistant in a foreign country.  Listen to me trying to be Miss Badass ~ ha!


~this was the view from our balcony, aren’t the colors divine?~


~ this is a wall of rock and vegetation mere inches from the edge of the roadway, hence the reason taxis were a necessity~


Up next:: my visit to Nonsuch Island where you will meet the guy who calls this his office…


~that’s a ‘wish you were here’ postcard shot~

photography:: a little island time

As you may or may not know, my Mom is a plant scientist.  She is also an extreme conservationist. By extreme, I mean she is a save-plants-from-extinction kind of extreme conservationist.  She is pretty awesome.

Ten plus years ago, she received a request from the government of Bermuda to help them save a fern. There were only 3 plants left in the world.  So she traveled there to get samples and brought them back to do her magic. I think she has an enchanted blender & beaker collection in her lab where she mixes and stirs and sprinkles fairy dust. Then in a poof of smoke, hundreds of baby plantlets appear in petri dishes.   After a little growing time, she returns them to the wild. Actually, a lot of growing time because these ferns are finicky.  Pretty awesome, right?

These baby fern plantlets have to be hand carried back to Bermuda to be handed off to their government officials who then give them more growing time before reintroducing them to their native habitat. Lucky for them, I needed to be one of those hand carriers this time.  So, we hopped on a plane with bags of petri dishes filled with baby fern plantlets.


This is Kim opening her haul of about 60,000 baby fern plantlets. She works at the Ministry of the Environment, aka the Ministry of Magic.  (I like to think I was brought along for comic relief. Scientists can be a tad on the serious side.)

We then wandered through Kim’s greenhouse & gardens. Excellent photo ops for someone like me who adores floral photography!  So enjoy these and I will be back in a few days with lots more photos of my amazing trip to Bermuda.

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photography:: farm life has not jaded me

I used to be a city girl.

I’m married to a farmer.

I live in the corn belt.

My house is out in the country.

It’s no wonder I find farms noteworthy & photogenic.

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photography:: chasing a plane chasing a train

On our trip home from Wichita last week we saw 4 of these jet bodies leaving the Boeing factory.

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life:: sometimes you just can’t go home

Sometimes revisiting your old stomping grounds can just make you sad.

Recently, Frankie had to go home to Ohio for a funeral and like every time we go home, he stopped by to see our old house.  We lived there for a very long time and it was our safe place, our hideaway in the woods, our place to find peace from the chaos of the world.  We lived in Shawnee State Forest in the foothills to the Appalachian Mountains and it was a haven for too many reasons for me to blather on and on about.  Suffice it to say, it was where we healed from very traumatic events in both our lives and became the best of friends and learned to move forward.  ‘Nuff said there.

Our beautiful 20 acres was bought by an entrepeneur who saw the potential we always had, but he had the money to make it happen.  He turned our corner of the world into a beautiful wedding garden and reception hall and threw outrageously fabulous weddings.  FYI, we got married in our front yard 10 years previous to that, and the photo ops were stunning.

Our old farmhouse always stayed as the caretaker’s home behind the scenes.

Fast forward 10 more years later, and the entrepeneur lost his millions in the Great Recession a few years ago and now has all but abandoned the business.  Our old property is on the market again for many 100’s of thousands of dollars more than we sold it for back in 2002.  Although we would love to buy it back, we are love rich and cash poor.

So back to his stop there last month…

He took gobs of photos, but they are so incredibly sad.  The old place is no longer as we remember it…overgrown…falling apart…totally neglected.

I went through all the photos over and over and decided to only keep the not-so-sad…the ones that can still remind me of home.

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~from this angle it’s not quite so bad, and my Granma Amy’s snowball bush is in the foreground and flourishing~

our creek 2014

~our mountain runoff creek is still wild and sun-dappled and just as I recall~

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~and my ‘loveseat’ rock that Frankie hoisted up & out of the creek to sit and contemplate life, while extremely overgrown, is still there on the creek bank~

 Edited to add::

After writing this post, I needed to see some shots of my old life in Ohio.  This is how I remember our creek and our loveseat.

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Think happy thoughts and make today ridiculously amazing!

photography:: y’all need to meet me on twitter

This is also a CAT OF THE DAY PHOTO

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Most of my cat photos end up on twitter, because I cannot resist #WhiskersWednesday, #KittyLoafMonday, #JellyBellyFriday, #Caturday, or #SelfieSunday  But it’s OK because Cali & Lexi are game to pose for me.  It’s like I’m a cheesy photog saying “make love to the camera”

I am a crazy cat lady.

That is all.

Except that if you want to find me, I’d totally tweet with you.

But yeah, just to warn you I am a #TotallyUncensoredCrazyCatLady


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