Category Archives: Memory and Memoir

New Beginnings

What many do not know about my history as writer and photographer is I created a website for trucking families on my graduation from Northern Michigan University in 1997. The website was and I ran the website from my living room near Gwinn, Michigan. I eventually sold the website to and came on board as their managing editor. With, I traveled as a photojournalist taking photos with the ‘company camera’ at truck shows in Dallas, Las Vegas, and Louisville. This was my first experience as a photographer in a professional manner. I knew absolutely nothing, but I was developing an eye for what worked, what drew interest, and fell in love with color, light, and contrasts.


Life threw me some curve balls and due to a divorce, I walked away from my life in trucking to work on healing my soul. I worked as an AmeriCorps worker in Gwinn schools, attended massage school, and returned to my interest of nutrition and natural foods. Along with healing, came a new relationship to a man who hiked trails with a camera. On hikes, I would bring along a disposable camera and click carelessly exhausting my 27 images long before the end of hikes. I eventually purchased a digital point and shoot, then a bridge camera, and finally a big girl DSLR. I was discovering a new genre, photography.


Love of the trails led to becoming a trail runner. I often ran with a camera. But as I healed my soul, and gained fitness, I also began collapsing after races. Irony, as I healed my soul I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder, Celiac Disease. Try as I may to heal my body I was reaching roadblocks. I now had to learn to listen on a deep internal level to the needs of my health. I stepped away from running the trails and back to hiking with my camera.


As this autumn approaches, I am feeling the strength of brining my journey to others, to bring words, photos, and story together to help heal others thru my experiences.

Soft Focus, Gentle Gaze

Making Michigan Magic with Kim Nixon
April 1, 2012
In my own backyard
Apple Tree Budding

Today is cool and misty, fog blows in off the big lake. I am coping with back pain and must make do with a couple of shots of the backyard. I hope that spring will not pass me by.

Making Michigan Magic with Kim Nixon
April 1, 2012
In my own backyard
Grape Hyacinth

The trees are getting soft with young leaves. My life feels misty and out of focus. I try to look at what’s unfolding with a soft gaze, not judging, but letting it blends with my psyche. I try to exhale.

Free Write Purge

Doctor has me off work for today & tomorrow. I follow-up with them on Wednesday. I think it is time to work on some writing projects. A little photo editing, perhaps? Tea in my cup. Brownies in the oven. I am thinking of that moon this morning at 6:45 am. It was large! Lopsided. Almost full. If I were to train for yet another career what would it be?

The moon is like a lop-sided egg. A potato chip moon, organic with a dash of sea salt and turmeric, because the moon is a mellow yellow. The moon chants drive away, a way up this hill there is a promise on the other side.



South Westerly breezes have rivers running early. The dogwood is red and willow is gold. I hear cardinals singing. It is leap year and only the sixth day of February.

My daughter  turns 27 on Tuesday.

And I am off work.

But have back pain.

I want to go to the park with my daughter and swing high, laughing, at potato chip moon as it grows full.

5-Days of Birthday Vacation

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This year for my 48th Birthday I took 5-Days of Birthday Vacation! This is from today, the last day of vacation where we went to Al Quaal Recreation Area for our Annual Birthday Snow-Tubing Event. The quality of these photos is fun not focus LOL! Grandpa Mike took the photos. Ceiri is my daughter, she is wearing the light-blue coat. My grandson is Liam, and he was a ride along. But next year, Liam will be too big and he’ll be zipping down the hill independently. I am wearing the brown down jacket.

I had lost out on some of my vacation fun due to being glutened seriously enough for a visit to the emergency room. Symptoms from the glutenization and Celiac Disease can linger for days. Today, to be healthy enough for physical exertion and play, was such a blessing !

I’ve Always Been a Dreamer

Up Thru the Atmosphere

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A rare opportunity to fly over Marquette, Michigan arose on Sunday July 17, 2011.

(I will write more about this soon).

Beach Bound–Black Rocks

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Day III–Beach Bound at Black Rocks with no-Book.
Thursday was a day off work, the necessity of taking a book and loosing myself in some fiction wasn’t a pressing matter. The day was more-or-less mine. The beach held off until late in the evening and Mike and I had a camera walk on a different kind of beach. Presque Isle has an area on the sunset side called Black Rocks and it is a popular location for cliff jumpers. Even in the cool of this summer evening people were still jumping into Superior. My mood and energy levels are at an all time low today. I remind myself to ride the tide of energy and reflect with the help of that vast blue water letting this low of mine drift and flow.

Beach Bound, Day Two

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Beach Bound, Day Two was set up the night before with coworkers. We would wake and meet-up and visit the beach at Lil’ Presque Isle just outside Marquette up County Road 550. Three girls, one boyfriend, and a beach. Perfect! We arrived prior to 1pm (work 3-11 shift). We walked thru the tall red pines to an open and almost completely vacant beach. The water warm enough for me to dive in! Not bad for Lake Superior in early July. But then came the black flies. So location for Beach Bound, Day Two rearranged locations to a tropical paradise with honeysuckle, red rose, a crystal clear warm pool and a new friend. Funny thing is I (we) still arrived at work early on Wednesday. But I was sooooo relaxed. BTW–>Not much progress made on the book today!

Getting Some Summer (Before Work) Day One

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Middle Management is Challenging and carving out mindspace is the project of the week. No stress or less stress. So, I’m rewarding myself with a romance novel (I never read romance but it came highly recommended) and trips to the beach. Tuesday, July 5th 2011 was Day One. I visted Picnic Rocks Beach in Marquette, Michigan. The day after the Fourth of July saw only a handful of people, some tourists with questions and 30 minutes of sun before workign the 3-11pm shift.

Fairylands and Forty-Seven

Photo by Mike Hainstock

I’m blessed to live in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and to have The Wilds so readily at hand. Saturday I worked a 3pm to 11pm shift followed by the morning shift on Sunday 7am-3pm. I only managed 4 hours of sleep between the shifts. I think I surprised Mike when I came home and said, “Grab your camera–let’s go!”. So Sunday, around 4pm we headed out, guided by our intuition, and landed down a gorge near a waterfall in Fairyland where I fell in love with this tree. I could have taken a nap and listen to it whisper secrets!

Photo by Kim Nixon

Sunshine is like the equivalent to “the spoonful of sugar that helps the medicine go down” allowing me to sing in the face of negativity and danger! And I’ve been focussing on spreading joy and disconnecting from the negative that tries to swamp us down. Imaging and Imagining the life I want to lead is key!

Photo by Kim Nixon

Blossoming and branching and keeping that sense of discovery is important. What will sparkle in the sunlight under trees near flowing waters? You’ll never know unless you venture down into the gorge. Facing fears and trying new things isn’t so bad. The last time Mike and I visited this particular bend in the Carp River I was very afraid to walk over a log bridge. My fear of heights and falling so irrational. The creek is really only a foot or so deep, come on fall in I dare ya! (I can laugh now). I walked over it twice with ease on Sunday. Magical!

Photo by Kim Nixon

I am forty-seven and it is a magical age. I’ve having another spring and I can unfold, blossom, soak in sun, and enjoy the wind. I’m going to grow, heal, learn. I feel like singing often. I listen to my intuition and I can hear the little magical beings of the deep forest calling.

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