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June 19, 2013
Countryy Editor Just good reading
Doctor, guide rescue baby moose from Montana river ~ Page 4
Pair stunned when 303pound shark jumps in boat ~ Page 11
Volume 1 Number 10
East One, two, buckle my shoe ~ Page 3
A lesson in perspective by Kelly Gates When Danny Hiemstra creates art, he often ends up with paint on his nose. It’s not that he is a messy artist. He has to paint with his face mere inches from the surface of his art in order to see it. The Grand Haven, MI man cannot see out of one eye at all. The vision in his other eye varies from 20/400 to 20/600with glasses. Although legally blind, the 66-year old manages to paint amazingly lifelike portraits of peoples’ pets. He attributes his ability to a love of animals and painting, and a lifetime of learning how to cope. “When I was born, I was just over three pounds and while in an incubator, I was given too much oxygen, resulting in a condition called ‘retinopathy premature,’” Hiemstra said in a recent interview. “I’ve always been low vision, but I still managed to get a degree in computer information systems, worked in the industry for two decades and I have been painting as a hobby for many years too. Being low vision is just something I’ve dealt with regardless of what it was
that I wanted to do.” lating a photograph electronically, crop- paper so I at least have the proper size Because he had to lean in to see his ping, flipping and Photoshopping it until and dimensions.” computer screen at work, his back and it looks the way I want. Then I blow it Once the measurements are set, the arms were always held at awkward up, print it onto transparent paper and artist begins the painstaking process of angles. Eventually, they became worn trace a rough outline onto 180 weight See Lesson page 2 down and the IT expert had to retire. Hiemstra still has to hunch over while painting. But he is able to take more frequent breaks and he draws comfort from his service dog Jax who rests on his feet while he works. “I have to keep my face inches from the painting to see it and from that distance, my vision is closer to 20/60 so I am able to work on small sections at a time,” Hiemstra said. “I begin each portrait by manipuOn the left a photo of Danny and his dog Jax, on the right is the painting he did from this photo.
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by Jenna March My name is Jenna and I am a 22-year-old registered nurse,
currently working on planning a wedding and buying a house. Playing the role of my fiancé is a man named Spencer. Our relationship is anything but
“So what’s a little snow?” asked Jenna as they headed up the mountain. Photos by Jenna March
typical and we emulate the phrase “opposites attract”. I am somewhat quiet and apprehensive while he on the other hand is a bit more boisterous and some would say overly selfassured. I decided it would be wonderfully out of the ordinary if I planned a weekend getaway just for the two of us. We would drive up to Lake Placid, NY, stay in a sweet little motel, and in the morning hike the beautiful Cascade Mountain. To me this plan sounded like the greatest idea since sliced cheese. However, being opposites, Spencer and I don’t generally agree on the meaning of a good time. I could tell he was not quite as excited as I was. Perhaps it was because he had checked the weather that forecasted an average temperature of 44 degrees with a 99 percent chance of precipitation for that weekend in late May. I didn’t care about any of that. After working a 12-hour night shift at the hospital, I was amped to be
anywhere that did not include blood, bandages, and whiny patients. Unfortunately, I would come to find out that this trip would include all of those. After I got about four hours of sleep, we hit the open road. We reached our motel at about 10 p.m., ate a quick dinner, and decided it was time for bed. As I was brushing my teeth, I heard a girlish scream. I ran into the bedroom to find Spencer with his thumb in his mouth and a furrow in his brow. “I cut myself,” Spencer said as the color began to fade from his face. I looked down to see my open knife on the floor. In his attempts to remove the packaging from our water bottles, he managed to cut his finger wide open. This ladies, is why you should never let your men borrow your knifes. We applied pressure with a towel until the bleeding slowed to a trickle, bandaged it up, and called it a
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