A week ago I picked up my granddaughter, Emily, to go on a photo shoot at the Frederik Meijer Garden in Grand Rapids Michigan. They opened the Japanese garden this year and we wanted to check it out through a lens.
Emily hadn’t asked to borrow her mother’s camera so she used mine. It turned out to be a good move because it allowed me to just enjoy the garden – something I don’t do often because I am having so much fun capturing what I see. Is there a lesson somewhere in that last sentence?
Emily is discovering that she enjoys photography and is taking another course in high school this year. She is hoping some of the 265 photos she took will be good material for her classroom learning. It was exciting to see her work and as we talked we discovered that we both like a lot of the same subjects. We both love macro.
Emily took the opening photo for this post and I only decreased exposure a little. She has a good eye, doesn’t she. You can see another of her photographs in my Silent Sunday post
Photo taken by granddaughter, Emily Duell. Post processing by P.Bailey in Lightroom.
We have been on the road for two weeks doing the circle tour of Lake Superior. Internet service is weak to non-existent in state and provincial parks so I have had to sit on my photos and stories. Photography and blogging has made travel so much fun as I attempt to capture the personality of the places we visit.
We had made reservations at the Straits State Park for a week of camping with our daughter, her husband and our three granddaughters. At the last minute they had to cancel because of trailer problems – what a disappointment. We decided to decrease our stay to three nights and then head for Canada.
I was looking forward to staying at this campground because it is on the Mackinaw Straits that connect Lake Michigan with Lake Huron, on the Upper Peninsula side. I walked just a few yards from my campsite to the beach for beautiful views of the bridge.
One of the first things we want to do when we reach the U.P. is to have a pastie. I was in St. Ignace a year ago with a friend and she took me to a little restaurant that had really good ones. I wanted to take JB there – hoping they would live up to the hype I was giving them.
While we were waiting for our order I wandered around the small dining room looking at photos on the wall. I noticed the staff was making a table full of pasties in the kitchen so I grabbed my camera. When they saw me they invited me in and posed.
The family has been selling pasties in St. Ignace for over 50 years. Before the bridge was built connecting the Lower & Upper Peninsulas of Michigan, the state ran ferryboats and “Pee Wee” Phelps worked as a cook for many years on these boats. His wife, Bessie, was a good cook in her own right and would go to the docks to sell hot dogs, sandwiches and such to people sitting in their autos waiting for the next ferry to depart. When Pee Wee retired they decided to open their own business selling pasties – and the rest is history. JB and I have eaten a lot of pasties across the U.P. and none compare.
We are back in St. Ignace after two weeks of driving and camping in the way “up north.” Tomorrow we will cross that beautiful bridge and in the freezer of our travel trailer will be some Bessie’s Pasties. We are taking some of the personality of the U.P. home with us.