Summer’s Race for Stillness

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Summer fun includes a wide range of activities. Some can be enjoyed at breakneck speeds while others require taking a moment to be still and take in the surrounding beauty.

It’s wildflower season in the high country. Summer is so fleeting at high altitudes, it’s hard to find them at their peak. I went on a quest.

While hiking Baker’s Tank in Breckenridge, Colorado, I shared the trail with others on a different sort of quest. It was part of a race course for mountain bikers. I was surprised they took the time to say hello, smiling and chatting as they passed. Later, I found out the race was 100 miles long! I don’t know if you’ve ever biked in the mountains, but sometimes you can walk faster than you can bike when trails become treacherous.

On the way back home, I found this amazing field of flowers. They were backlit by afternoon sun. Time stood still while I stopped to take in this magnificent sight.

In stillness we find beauty.

 

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As I headed to the car, a bike racer road up behind me on the trail. He was a couple miles away from the finish line, all downhill. You can see the relief in the smile on his face.

“How many hours have you been biking?” I asked.

mountain bike racer

“Nine hours. Almost done,” he said while whizzing by.

Amazing. We both succeeded in our quests only mine required complete stillness.

Do you have plans to go hiking this summer? Is it winter where you live? Have you ever mountain biked or found a huge field of wild flowers?

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No, Means NO!

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Vexed Man – Self-portrait sculpted in 1770 by Franz Messerschmidt

Messerschmidt had a pretty fantastic sense of humor. I had to take a photo of his sculpture at The Getty Museum in Los Angeles. It cracked me up. He looks like someone who reeeeeeally doesn’t want to do something. I only have one question. How did he study his face if he had his eyes closed?

I think we would have gotten along really well since it’s obvious Messerschmidt and I don’t have any shame. We don’t care about our goofy mugs…

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 Mugging for the Camera – Self-portrait photographed in 2016 by Susie Lindau 

Bored while waiting for hair color to dye my sparkly halo, I took some silly photographs. I especially liked this one since the coat rack behind me looks like part of my hair style.

This is a response to Face – The Weekly Photo Challenge

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Cher Abstracted

Cher on a tall column

There is something about theatrical lighting that transforms a performance. Geometric patterns create new spaces. They embrace the stage projecting structure in a facade. They appear in dramatic form and texture and then transform like a vaporous ghost into something quite different. Imagination is the only limitation.

Sonny and Cher reunited

To say that I pounced on free tickets to Cher would be an understatement. Her Las Vegas show on tour in Denver entertained and amazed. Nothing stopped her.

galaxy created with lighting at cher concert

From being elevated above the stage on top of a small column to playing Madonna and hovering across the audience on a wire, she transcended performance.

Cher as madonna hovers above audience

This is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Abstract.

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Ski Therapy in Beaver Creek

Aspens in Beaver Creek

My family went skiing at Beaver Creek Ski Resort, Colorado last weekend. I wondered if my knee would be stable and strong enough in the heavy wet snow. I knew it would be therapeutic to exercise in the fresh air.

I had a partial knee replacement over a year ago. Although my doctor thought I would be back to my wild life in a few weeks, it started squeaking and then became really noisy last summer. Now it grinds and squeaks! Weird right? What’s really weird is it’s totally painless, but can swell. My orthopedic surgeon thinks the scar tissue could wear off as I use it. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Anxious to get back into shape after a broken wrist, I overdid it a few weeks ago. Stationary biking, walk/running, working out with weights and playing tennis was too much in one week. My angry knee swelled up like a gargantuan grapefruit. It took a few weeks to calm it down.

I knew skiing would be risky and I didn’t want to endure yet another setback. But sometimes you just have to go for it to find out if you’re ready.

My son, Kelly, me, Leksy Wolk, and my daughter, Courtney.  Do I look confident?

Kelly, Susie, Leksy Wolk, and Courtney Lindau at the entrance to the terrain park

I survived the first run without a problem.

Skiing under the chairlift at Beaver Creek

The April, ice cream-like snow was smooth and easy to carve. Although I felt my muscles work hard, my knee felt great.

I’m the one behind the camera.

Skiing the slopes at Beaver Creek As the day wore on, my confidence grew. I even skied a rail in the terrain park. Ha! Sorry. I have no proof. You’ll have to take my word for it.

My husband, Danny, and daughter, Courtney, clowned around in the snow. 

Clowning around trick skiing

The day after, my muscles were sore, but it was a good kind of sore. Although my knee was a little swollen, it resembled a knee and nothing from the produce department.

We drove down from the mountains and I took our Bichon, Roxy, for a walk. No running. No weightlifting. No biking. Just a walk.

This time, I’ll get back in shape by adding a small amount to each workout. Maybe my knee will quiet down and someone will record me in the terrain park.

That would be WILD!

Do you have a tendency to overdo it or do you ease into activity after a setback? Have you ever been to Beaver Creek? 

This is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Landscape.

The Key to Success? Dancing

Life can be ironic. I was just thinking about the correlation between dancing and blog views. Then this photo challenge appeared. Really!

Dancing for Rain

I’ve snow danced, rain danced and dance bombed. I’ve danced after finishing my handmade Christmas cards and before Polar Plunging.

dancing with a new friend

I’ve danced on New Year’s Eve and at Two Jews and a Blonde.

Then the tempo changed.

In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve looked back on successful blog posts from 2013 while adding alt text and description to the photos. I Will Follow You, posted on April 7th, had almost 300 comments and 150 likes.

What happened?

I was diagnosed with breast cancer nine days later on April 16th, 2013. Although my humorous Boob Reports spiked huge views, my oncologist predicted they would drop as soon as readers found out I would live. Ha! He was right.

I always blamed my drop in views on cancer. Everything was going well until then.

This morning I had a Eureka moment.

I need to DANCE.

There’s something about dancing that is so uplifting and happy. It transcends everyday life and all the setbacks. And you burn calories. Bonus.

Dancing was my thing!

I laughed when I saw this week’s challenge. It’s as if the Universe was saying. “Yup.”

I’m back.

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And we need more Roxy.

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Do you need more dancing in your life? Are you a closet dancer? A chair dancer? Do you head bob in your car?

This is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Dance

One Life, Lots of Love

I am all about spreading the love…

…like this art project on my ceiling. I painted the angels to set a welcoming tone in my house even though you would have to strain to hear their horns.

Lots of love up there, don’t you think?

ceiling mural of angels by susie lindau

I love old family photos:

1960s family photo

I love joking around and never take myself too seriously: Continue reading

Take a Risk or Crash and Burn

Peak 6 Breck

We experience discord of challenges throughout our lives. Our minds, bodies, environment and other people must synchronize in order to reach our destination. What if we are tested and face plant? What if we are intermediate level and find ourselves on double black? What if something in our path is too big to plow through? What if it’s too steep and we tumble down the mountain?

Some take the safe route to avoid failure, but seldom reach the finish line. Continue reading