(Warning: I totally diss Trump at the start of this post, so if you are a supporter, skip down to the photos and then ask yourself why you’d back a facist traitor to our country.)
The day Joe Biden and Kamala Harris won was a happy one for me. In fact, “happy” doesn’t begin to describe it. I was ecstatic. I thought things were really going to start changing, though there were two months we had to get through before the inauguration.
Think about other swearing-ins we’ve seen: nice, sedate, nothing you’d change your schedule to watch, and maybe even of no interest if, like me, you didn’t appreciate a Republican becoming president. I voted for Obama twice, but I didn’t watch either inauguration. I certainly didn’t watch Trump’s. I despised him before he won. I knew he’d be trouble for this country, and gee whiz, look at the horrors he perpetrated while in office.
I watched Biden’s, though. I didn’t care about the marine band (don’t enjoy the sound), and the performers were not a draw. I simply wanted to watch Biden and Harris be sworn in without being shot, because on January 6, Trump incited a bunch of his loose-canon Nazis to storm the Capitol. We all know what happened, and I won’t go over it again.
The problem is things continue to occur that make it impossible to relax into the new administration. McConnell is still a shithead, up to his old tricks of “block every new piece of legislation the Democrats come up with,” despite Dems having the majority in the Senate (and the House).
Meanwhile, Trump in Florida, at his crap resort/pseudo residence, is still stirring up trouble. He speaks of forming an Office of the Former President and asking for money so he can, I don’t know, run for president again in 2024 or groom someone to do it in his place (this probably depends on whether or not he is convicted by the Senate for inciting insurrection, but don’t hold your breath about that)! Most of the political Republicans sold their soul to Trump before his first impeachment. Rumor has it Ivanka wants to run against Rubio in two years, and she’s miffed with Daddy because his insurrection failed and her plans to become a senator are tarnished.
I pretty much hate that whole family, and they are largely the reason why, after feeling so hopeful and happy November 3, I have been tired and grumpy and yes, downright depressed this last week. I figure it’s backlash to the continuing roller coaster that is our federal government. Some writers have likened what I’m feeling to PTSD, apparently a common illness associated with Trump et al doing so much damage to America and continuing to do so even while in disgraced exile.
I have to heal, they say, and that takes time.
Okay, I understand that, so I don’t push myself. If I want to lie in bed reading, I do it. If I have enough energy to go somewhere and take pitures, I do that. There’s not a lot of work coming in, and that’s helpful in one sense: I can rest and take care of myself without worrying about hitting deadlines.
However, in another, more pressing sense, that’s bad and only adds to my anxiety and depression. Got bills to pay, and the money I’ve saved won’t last long. When I try to make decisions about a future revolving around far less income, I hit a wall. I cannot discover a way to move forward that won’t cause me great pain, so I make no decisions at all. Believe me when I say this is not like me. Previously, making decisions has always been easy, no matter how difficult, but the last few months? There are times when I spend way too long deciding whether to buy this brand or that one at the store.
I did get out with the camera last weekend, though, and I took a few wonderful pictures. I’ll start with the Thomson gazelles I saw in a large open pasture (surrounded by a very high fence they couldn’t leap over). These graceful creatures come from Africa, but places like Disney and some zoos have them. They appear to be highly adaptable to different climates. They can live in the dessert or a humid place like Florida. They can run up to 60mph, which is how they escape predators.
Here’s another shot, close up. They are beautiful, aren’t they? Hunters kill them for those amazing horns, though, which is one of the reason why the species is threatened.
Lastly, a photo I’m particularly proud of, because I’ve been stalking this bird for years, without success. I’ll start with the original. The redheaded woodpecker was quite far away, farther than it looks in the shot. I saw it as a bird speck with my eyes. I only noticed it because it was moving; it took a nut from one tree and flew to another.
I had the long lens with me (talk about fortuitous!), and I snapped thirty or forty shots of it at two different trees. Never underestimate the power of good glass and a lot of zoom, because I added Sony’s Clear Image Zoom to get even closer.
As of this posting, there are well over 400 likes on this picture. 🙂
See you next time.