Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Monday, November 20, 2017

The Person They Love

Consider this.  There are people out there who know and love you only for the person you are now.  They don’t love you for the person you want to be, the person you used to be, or the younger you with a wider smile.
Look in the mirror. 
That’s the very person they love right now.

-- Mitchell Hegman

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Optical Illusions

I am still on the road to recovery from whatever bug got hold of me the other day.  I woke pretty early this morning, made coffee, and have since been sipping at fresh coffee while surfing through videos of optical illusions.  I could spend all day watching these videos.
Thought I would share one of the videos this morning.
-- Mitchell Hegman

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Nightlights

Things are not going well over here.  My stomach started acting up at about 10:00 yesterday morning.  By 1:00 in the afternoon, I had gophered under a pile of blankets and pillows on my sofa.  My gut felt as if occupied by a python snake trying to find a way out.
When I got up at about 4:00 to drink some water, I ended up vomiting in the nearest toilet.
I flopped back on the sofa and I stayed there the entire night, drifting in and out of sweaty dreams and twisting into and untwisting from the blankets.
It occurred to me, each time I awakened in the darkness, that we have an inordinate number of nightlights in our house.  The authority having jurisdiction (a person formerly known as that girl) has an affinity for nightlights.  These lights are plugged into receptacles at floor level, fixed on shelves, plugged into countertop receptacles, and one is high atop the hutch in our dining room.
Waking to all of these lights fixed at various elevations all around me was not unpleasant—just notable.
My stomach is still unsettled this morning.  I didn’t even make coffee.  I don’t think my stomach will tolerate much beyond a sip of water.  Eating is still entirely out of the question.  Just me and my 20 pounds of housecat sharing sofa space and waiting for the sunlight to wash over the nightlights.

-- Mitchell Hegman

Friday, November 17, 2017

Princess Mackenna and Kindly Kingdom

Princess Mackenna lived in a castle of stone in Kindly Kingdom.  She lived with her father, King Da-Dee, and her mother, Queen Ma-Mee.  Milk was money in Kindly Kingdom and Hedgy the hedgehog stood at the castle door so Princess Mackenna could say “hello” and “goodbye” to him each time she came and went.
A pond surrounded by tall yellow flowers lay alongside the castle in Kindly Kingdom.  Grass carp and polka dot koi fish swam without a sound in the water but frogs there splashed about and sang like birds.  In leafy green trees near the pond lived an owl named Hoo-Hoo and three noisy monkeys Princess Mackenna could count: “one…two…three.”
Princess Mackenna liked to walk near the pond and she liked reading story books with King Da-Dee and Queen Ma-Mee and she knew magic words.  When she said “up” a gentle wind swept her up into the air and carried her near the monkeys in the trees so she could count them, one…two…three, and she could call out “Hoo-Hoo” and see the owl.  When she said “helloooo,” the tall yellow flowers and frogs sang back to her “I love you, won’t you tell me your name?”
Love,” the most magical word of all.


-- Mitchell Hegman

Thursday, November 16, 2017

An Earnest Man Walking

I enjoy watching people while walking amid the masses in airport concourses and while waiting at gates to catch flights.  You tend to see every sort of person.  I sometimes make a game of it and try to spot a full-on cowboy, a biker-dude, a tiny woman with crazy-high spike heels, a girl with pink hair and black lipstick, and a man approaching seven feet in height.  That tends to keep me pretty busy and occupies my time fairly well.
Yesterday, I flew back to Montana from Ohio with layovers in Detroit and Minneapolis.  While in Detroit, I saw something new: an earnest man walking.  I’m not sure what motivated this man, but this man was walking very fast.  Sure, I have seen lots of people walking fast in the airport before.  I have done so myself.
This guy was different.
He was on a moving walkway and cranking his legs like a man walking through a pit of fire.  Only thing is, he was barely making progress because he was walking the wrong direction against the moving belt.  A brisk walk barely made him advance forward.
I stopped and watched him walking against the current for a while, amazed by his efforts.  Head forward, grimace on his face, he reeked of resolve.
Honestly, his determination impressed me.  We could use more of that kind of stuff in this world, but I am a bit uncertain of the mental abilities that placed him going the wrong way on the moving belt.

-- Mitchell Hegman

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Crows at Work

Crows are credited with having great intelligence.  Studies have shown that your average crow can count to six.  That’s not bad, actually.  In my hometown of East Helena, Montana, that level of proficiency in math will get you advanced into eighth grade without further testing.
In addition to the ability to count, some crows exhibit astonishing skills at using tools—especially when foraging for food.  Crows have been observed, for example, manipulating sticks with their beaks.  Sometimes, they will use sticks to probe into deep, otherwise inaccessible holes in trees, in efforts to extract insects.  While crows have not shown any particular talent at using open-end wrenches, ratchets, or pneumatic tools, their use of simple tools is notable nonetheless.  Perhaps, more importantly, studying crows at work has proven a gold mine for a slew of geeky, fast-talking researchers seeking reasons to fly to remote and exotic locations so they might observe a bunch of birds while sipping on pina coladas.
A few crows have even shown a more complex understanding of water displacement.  These crows are purposely confronted with a desirable morsel of food floating in a tube partially filled with water—where the water is deep enough down inside the tube they cannot reach the morsel with their beak.  So challenged, the birds will drop solid objects of the proper size down inside the tube, displacing the water and causing it to rise until such a point where they can reach the food floating atop the water.  This is the sort of behavior that causes scientist to rethink our entire place in the world.  These same experiments have been informally conducted with beer and floating pretzels in several bars in my hometown.  Success in retrieving the pretzels was mixed, but local tavern-goers were more than a little amused that researchers had never heard of a “whiskey ditch” and had never been “fishin’ in a crick.”
Work with crows and the use of tools is ongoing as of this writing.  Studies in East Helena, Montana, have long since been terminated.

-- Mitchell Hegman

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Crow in the Maple Tree

Whether or not the crow cawing in the maple tree outside our window has damaged crops or overturned nearby garbage cans is no concern of mine. 
Caw
                            Caw
                                                       Caw
The crow in the maple tree is conspicuous, insistent.  The bird is in my ear. 
Caw     Caw     Caw
I read somewhere that crows can be kind and will help injured brethren.  I have also read they are capable of murder without apparent motive.  Many will gather to mob the weak.
Get out of our tree you stupid killer bird!  I still want to go back to sleep.

-- Mitchell Hegman