Nature is ever-changing. The landscapes shift, flowers bloom and wither, and birds migrate with the tides of time. In this breathtaking collection of photographs, artist Lisa Carey captures Wisconsin’s wild beauty through all four seasons, revealing the quiet strength and resilience found in nature’s cycles.

The Legacy of the Orange Tiger Lilies

My Great Grandpa passed away when I was young. I remember his strength at 90 years old when we played keep away as he sat in his chair in my grandpa’s house. That’s probably my biggest memory of him! Little did I know at the time how my future decades later brings it all back to him!

My Great Grandpa Joe was born after his parents immigrated to Kansas from Sweden. Joe grew up in Kansas and attended business school at Bethany College. His sister was getting married to a traveling lutheran minister from Illinois. My eventual grandmother, Ada, traveled to Kansas from Illinois for the wedding which at the time was a big trip by train. Ada met Joe at his sister’s wedding and I’m envisioning some hearts were moved!

Joe’s heart did move! He moved to Rockford, IL to follow his heart and win over Ada. They married and settled in Rockford, Illinois. It’s a good thing they did or I wouldn’t be here, nor would my mom or my grandpa! Joe was always interested in gardening and had a nice vegetable and perennial patch in the bungalow he and Ada had purchased. During the Great Depression the garden was ever so important! That is where the tiger lily story begins!

The tiger lilies began in Great Grandpa Joe’s garden! I’d like to think the seeds came from Kansas but that’s unknown. These tiger lillies have been alive and blooming ever since and I find that pretty amazing! The flowers bloomed for Joe at his bungalow where he planted them. After his passing the tiger lillies moved to my grandpa’s house in Rockford. When he had to move into an independent living apartment, the tiger lillies moved again to Madison, WI where I grew up and my family lived. My mom ended up staying in the area after attending and working at UW Madison. The tiger lily bulbs moved a few places with my mom in the Madison and Middleton area. She was sure to dig them up and take them with! When my mom moved to Chippewa Falls after we ended up there, the tiger lilies moved again! They are now in my garden and I’m proud to say they love where they are planted. 

The thing about the tiger lilies to me besides their journey over the last 100 plus years is their color! It's significant as I was diagnosed with having MS over 21 years ago. Orange is the color that represents Multiple Sclerosis. The National MS Society and the ms group locally in Eau Claire, MS - Take Charge, all use the color orange in their logos and ribbons as its their color. And one of the photos I took in my garden is of Great Grandpa Joe’s tiger lilies that won an award at the Northern Wisconsin State Fair’s photography contest! As little as it seems, it's significant to me! He must be beaming with joy in Heaven! I’m the one with MS and while no one could’ve ever predicted it back then, our paths are laid out before us in purpose when you slow down to notice the significances!

The tiger lilies are about half up at the end of June now. They will bloom the end of July. I will be sure to update you all! And I know my Great Grandpa Joe and my Grandpa Bert are smiling down on the fact that these tiger lily bulbs have been nurtured and are thriving! Life is good!

Lake Wissota Island in the Fall Photo Favorite

Welcome to my Photography blog on my webpage. I want to spend time talking about photography! My favorite! Whatever comes to mind is the topic of the day and I hope you find it useful and inspirational and a good read! 


One of my favorite photos is of the Lake Wissota Island in the fall that I took two years ago. I’ve learned over time that photography is very much in the moment. If you pass by a moment it may never happen again as you see it in that exact time. The Lake Wissota Island is a perfect example!


I always drove my son to school before he earned his driver’s license. I loved the drive and spending some time with him in the mornings. We drove by Lake Wissota that morning and it was encased beautifully in fog. The problem I usually had is that by the time I drove my son to school and had time to circle back most times the scene had changed and wasn’t dramatic enough to warrant the photo. The thought crossed my mind that it would be okay if he was late and I could call him in, but he would’ve hated that! 


I had my eye on the tree at the end of the sandbar on the Island the autumn before. The tree gets this bright neon yellow in the fall and it only lasts for a week. And it stands strong in its beautiful yellow by itself at the end of the sandbar. One of the things I look at with photography is how I can make the scene or subject something that has a wow factor. Many people have taken photos of the Lake Wissota Island. I knew to get a wow photo I would need to capture that yellow tree. And I waited all year after I first saw it the year before!


When I raced back to the foggy scene after dropping my son off at school, I was in luck! The fog had not dissipated all the way and the morning sun was shining beautifully through with a touch of blue sky above. I had noted to myself that in order to get a photo of the angle with the morning sun shining on the tree I was in for a little adventure. Knowing the scene will go away and soon the bright yellow will fade, I did a u-turn and went back. There is no more waiting, this is it!


I parked on the side of the highway, hopped the car guardrail, crossed the railroad tracks carefully looking both ways, maneuvered over big rocks without spraining my ankle, went down an embankment with a few brush scratches to the edge of the lake. A nice little worn area was presumably there by a previous fisherman. The scene was incredible! It made me stop and just soak it in for a moment!


The fog was lifting gently. The bright yellow fall tree on the edge of the sandbar had light beautifully shining through the leaves and lighting it up. The blue sky was peeking through above and reflecting in the lake water below. I was gasping at my grand adventure and was taking photos at the same time. It was crispy cold out in the fall and I was thinking of heading back to my truck. I’m sure people passing by in their cars were amused to see me making my way to the lake with my camera strapped around me! Just as I realized my fingers were getting cold and I was probably not quite dressed appropriately for the colder weather, I saw a fishing boat ever so slightly emerge from the fog to the left of the island. Wow! It is the little treasure of the photograph that if you don’t look that close you’ll miss it.


I’ve used this moment as an example many times since then for my photography. That if I don’t stop, it won’t become a photograph. Photography really is about being in the right place at the right time and stopping time with a click. So when opportunity knocks, you take the snap! It's a good motto to live by!