Mermaid Grows Up

Ever wonder what a cute little mermaid will look like when she grows up?

Mermaid Grows Up from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Climbing with Ray

This is a climbing sequence including my friend Ray who is also a runner. Our conversation is easily picked up by the camera. Notice how the camera's perspective changes with the transitions between sitting and standing.

The "eagle" we spotted turned out to be a very large hawk of some kind. It was barely visible in the original video, so I didn't bother to keep it in the uploaded copy. It was a spectacular sight in person, and not very far away from us.

Chasing John

This section of trail is much more interesting than the roads, with curves and a rock wall on one side. Then there are the blind "S" curves going under the railroad trestle. You never know when somebody will be coming in the opposite direction. I think I hit 29-30 MPH trying to keep up with John on this stretch. I normally keep it under 20 MPH going through here, so I guess this time it was a Category 6 race.

Speed Run with John

My friend John is like me. We both like to go as fast as possible down hills. This sequence gets rough since I'm tucked down low in the wind, so my knees are hitting my chest where the camera is mounted. My top speed is 35 MPH on this short but steep hill. Note the 25 MPH speed limit painted on the pavement.

GoPro Chest Mount

Here's a similar sequence taken from a chest-mounted camera. I like this position better because there is less wind noise, and you can easily tell that it's a view from a bicycle.

The camera needs to be adjusted when I tuck down out of the wind, then readjusted when I slow down and sit up again. You don't have to endure the constant rear-view mirror checking, and I can still turn it to the side to film pretty girls on the sidewalk.

GoPro Video - Helmet Mounted

Here is one of the first videos I recorded, using my GoPro camera mounted on my helmet. There is an interesting maneuver in traffic at the beginning that should only be done by a bike, and maybe not even then, but probably is better than what the other cyclist did. He stopped in the "through" lane to wait for the "left only" light.

In the original audio, you can hear me breathing, and you can hear the clicking of my shifter.

The video features a 30 mph run down a short path and onto the road, then a short stretch of the most dangerous part of my route; the underpass at Main Street. Motorists approach from my right side, on the far side of a concrete barrier. The only way they can see me coming is if I'm on the left side of my lane. The City of Bellevue painted "sharrows" onto the pavement, but every other cyclist I've seen stays on the right shoulder.

Don Quixote and Dulcinea

This morning my five year old granddaughter asked me to "play Barbies" with her. Then she confessed that she didn't have any "boy" Barbies (I think she meant Ken). I happened to spot my model of Don Quixote at that moment, and seeing as how he was about the same size as her Barbie dolls, I suggested that I could dust him off and play with him.

She picked out the smallest of her Barbies, and we decided to call her Dulcinea. She decided they needed to be married, and that we should take a picture of them at their wedding.

I gave her my camera and asked her to take the picture while I held up the tablecloth for a background. The photo she took is very good considering she is one day short of her fifth birthday.

Later, after a slightly embarrassing attempt to remove his clothing, she pointed out that Don Quixote is actually made from a block of wood. "So he's not really a doll."

Dave

For several years now I have been commuting by bike, and regularly see the same guy going in the opposite direction. One day last week I happened to have my camera going when I met him, so finally I have a picture of him to show my family and friends.

Meet Dave.

Building domino structures with a four-year-old

One of the most challenging things I have ever done is attempt to build something with dominos, while a four-year-old is present. Last night I managed to capture this sequence showing successful completion. The first frame shows the final piece being placed on top, with instructions being signed anxiously. Next we see the happy conclusion, followed by some jumping and the entrance of a big sister. In the final frame, the tower is leaning precariously. It toppled before a subsequent frame could be captured.

Puppet Show

We have been re-arranging our entertainment center and discovered a new use for an old piece of furniture. It makes a nice stage for a puppet show. Here are the first two performers.

Portrait 111100

Here is portrait #111100 taken by a talented 8 year old photographer.

Shelter for Dulcinea

Last weekend we converged on Fort Bale to construct a shelter for Dulcinea, the new velomobile that is scheduled to arrive soon. We had lots of help, including young and old. The first photo (featuring the youngest and the oldest) was accidentally taken with a blue filter, so ignore the blue tint. We had nearly finished leveling the concrete blocks, and the wee one is adding the final touch.

The next photo shows the frame with the roof in place. It was taken Sunday morning, after a light rain shower, and after we had finished installing concrete bolts and fastened down the feet of the frame. We didn't anticipate the rain since the sky was blue, but that's typical weather for Amboy. Aargh! My good Bosch drill got wet!

The final photo shows the finished structure, with the door unzipped on both sides, and the door has been rolled up and tied into place. The plan is to add more weight, tied to the frame, to keep the frame in place during a wind storm. The pallets will hold a pile of firewood. The door will usually be kept zipped closed.

Hard Shell Tactics

BeeBoo suggested we make another movie. This time we decided to make a sophisticated movie, and we succeeded, as you can see. There are 125 individual frames. Some ideas for content came from Uncle Lief, so don't put the whole blame on me.

Raccoon Tracks

Last winter I took a photo of some raccoon tracks that appeared sometime during the night. The other day I spotted this set of tracks in the afternoon, so the little nocturnal visitor must have walked through here in the afternoon twilight. The lighting looks orange because the only light available for the photo was from a sodium vapor street lamp.

My Comice Pear

We have had a Comice pear tree for several years now. It was highly recommended by our friend Charles Custer, who had one in his back yard. The Comice is a gourmet pear, much nicer tasting than a Bartlett.

So this year our little tree finally produced three pears. I watched them grow all through the summer, and when they looked full-sized, I began testing them as Charles had instructed me: You gently lift and tilt the pear to see if the stem will easily break. If it resists breaking, then leave it on the tree.

One pear came off easily in August. It was a half-sized pear, and it was hard and green. I brought it into the kitchen where it got mixed up with some store-purchased pears, so it was eaten without knowing it was special.

The next two pears stayed on the tree through the month of September, then through October. I began to worry that they would fall off and be eaten by slugs or potato bugs. Then, in late October I remembered to check them. I went outside in my house slippers, through the wet grass, and discovered that the little pear came off easily, but the big pear hung on.

Monya and I sliced up the little pear and shared it, even though it still felt a little hard to the touch. It was quite tasty.

The other pear refused to let go of the tree. I tested it several days in a row, then forgot about it.

This morning I looked out the window to see the worst case scenario. The pear had fallen off the tree and was laying in the lawn. I immediately put on my shoes and went outside to retrieve it.

Sure enough, the pear had been eaten 1/3 of the way through by a slug. Since I was the bigger and the stronger, I took that pear away from the slug and ate the rest of it myself. I reminded myself that (as my son once told me) [a slug's] mouth is cleaner than a human's mouth.

That was the best tasting pear I have ever eaten! Yum! I can't wait for next year's crop to grow.

Oh, for you squeamish readers...I did wash off the pear before I ate it. Sorry, but no pictures. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Little Bug

I just had to post this comparison. The first photo shows our little bug on October 31, 2003. Since then she has grown up into the beautiful tooth fairy in the second photo.

Tasty Mushroom

My cousin Carl is a mushroom expert, and last week he described a mushroom called "chicken feathers" that grows in a symbiotic relationship at the base of an Oak tree. He said it is an excellent source of protein and very tasty.

The very next day, after hearing his description, I was on a nature walk with some other people when we came across the mushroom pictured here. It looked so much like Carl's description, even at the base of an Oak tree, that we decided to pick it and bring it home for Carl to identify positively.

The mushroom was as big around as a basketball, and shaped more like a football, except with the feathery surface texture. It weighed about five pounds. Carl sliced off about one fourth of it, brushed off the forest debris, and sliced it into a hot sautee pan with a little oil and garlic. It was one of the most delightful feasts I've ever had, and that quarter was enough for about six people. It would make a nice topping for spaghetti noodles too.

Strange Bug

I found this bug in the middle of a rural road in south central Illinois on Sept 30 at 3:17 PM. I thought it was a grasshopper, but it has a long tail appendage like a wood borer would have. It also has very long antennae, and a pointed nose which is not much like a grasshopper. It measured about 3 inches long.

Old Lady in the Park

Today is Monya's birthday, so we decided to take a walk in the park. We took both of our cameras and had a contest to see who could get the best picture. I'm starting out with the one I call, "the old lady in the park" which I took in macro mode. You should take a close look at this photo. You can actually see the hairs on the old lady's legs.




Next, I'd like to show off the three turtles we found sunning themselves on the end of a log floating in Lake Washington. Many people don't believe me when I tell them there are turtles in Lake Washington. These turtles are very shy, and they will quickly duck into the water if they think you are getting too close. Notice how they were holding their heads at attention while I took their picture.




A birthday stroll in the park would not be complete without a photo of the birthday girl. We were experimenting with strobe light flash fill on a subject standing in shadow, while the full daylight scene completes the background. (Notice her brand new, pink digital camera.)




Finally, another old lady in the park. Nothing subliminal here. These White Cross Garden spiders are all over the place. One keeps hooking onto our old Volvo in the driveway, and one of these days it may not have enough power to break free. Imagine the size of a spider who will eat a whole car!

Practice Run

Since the lake swim last week was disappointing, we decided to try some different tactics this weekend. We added a Site-Line device for keeping me swimming on a straight course, and I drank about a half gallon of water to prevent cramps. I even drank some water while I was swimming. NO, not LAKE water! I brought some good filtered water in a sports bottle from home. Well, actually I did drink some lake water but it wasn't intentional.

Another change in tactics was for me to tow an empty kayak while swimming. The kayak was rigged with all the equipment needed for paddling, and a rope ladder for climbing in from deep water. This way, a rescue in the event of cramps, exhaustion, or hypothermia, could be accomplished without dragging the swimmer through the cold water as we did last week.



This photo of me drinking water was taken at about the 1-1/2 hour mark. The destination, Clarke Beach Park, is the tree covered shoreline between the tips of the kayaks.








After arriving at the park, and a short break to gear up for paddling, we took this photo of the GPS with the trip odometer showing 2.20 miles, the moving average at 1.1 mph, and the total moving time of 1 hour and 59 minutes. The wind was out of the north, so we rode with the wind and roller waves, all the way back to the Cedar River. The return trip took 52 minutes, increasing our average speed for the whole trip to 1.6 mph.




Here's a photo of me at Clarke Beach Park, all rigged up to paddle back home, and a picture taken at the Cedar River, of the intrepid paddler, Great Grumpy, who guided me the whole way.




Since this was only a practice run, and since we didn't have our official witness present to record the event, this lake crossing does NOT count as the 40th year anniversary crossing. We will have to wait until next August when our official witness is available and try it again...this time for real.