Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My Son visited from England last week with a friend and I had a great time. Here we are at one of the local eating establishments that serve the world famous Honey's Slaw Burgers. Laugh if you must, its made it into print. Erin has returned to his studies at Leeds and I miss him greatly. It is tough on a parents to enjoy the company of their kids so much and yet, know they must allow them (and encourage them) to make their own life where ever they see fit.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Have I mentioned how beautiful a place I live? While this is early morning, I find even with the 96 degree evenings, sitting on my front porch with the recently installed outdoor ceiling fans and a couple of mountain man size rockers a pure joy. When you have a lot of quiet around you, your conversations take on a more harmonious quality. Oh and when the sun comes up flooding the porch with tanning rays of sun shine, it’s nice too. Just ask the cows that gather out front.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Looking at this picture, what do you see? Trash? Woodpile? Sculpture? A mess? I see color and I see the discarded remains of an unwanted tree that will probably be burned in place rather than in someone's fireplace. Sad that even in a small country town (probably most especially in a small country town) a lot of things are wasted.
Monday, June 22, 2009
I have a cousin who isn't happy about the way some things are going. Most of it has to do with changes that make it hard, if not impossible, to share memories with different generations. This wall reminded me of him. The old days of painting advertisements on the side of brick walls is gone for this old town. Putting up metal signs will only leave holes and a weakened brick wall. None of the style or nuance (as crappy as it tends to be these days) will survive for discovery by my children’s children. “I must be getting old”, I think to myself as I snicker.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
There are many abandoned houses out here in the country. The history of most is lost. But when I see one with this kind of architectural detail, I can't help but wonder what happened. This house was once owned by a family of means. They took pride in their home and added details that are for looks only. Tomorrow, I post a picture of an abandoned house that has no detail, just functionality.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
I was walking around the perimeter of my yard with my camera in hand Sunday and saw this fella by my shed. I decided to see just how close I could get while taking his picture. I started about 40' way from him and with my zoom out to 200 I took his picture. Then I took 5 steps towards him and took it again. I did this until he just about filled the frame. But the best shot was this one where he decided to skedaddle.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Emily was about to drive us out of our driveway when I saw something that was a bit out of the ordinary. I had my camera with me so I got out and too this critter sunning on our barbed wire fence. He was nice enough to hang around for a few shots. Don’t know if I’ll ever have a pet again. So many wild creature feel right at home out here that about all I’m giving up is the opportunity to pet them. Not a bad compromise considering I don’t need to feed them or kennel them when we take off for a few days.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
This is a bluebird that has taken up residence in a birdhouse we put up this spring. Note his disgruntled look. He's not angry at me. He doesn't see me. He is looking at his reflection in our sliding glass door and thinking he is a rival. He has fought himself for over a month by flying into the door over and over. Now you know the inspiration for the term "Bird Brain".
Monday, June 08, 2009
Been a lot of War time remembrances these last couple of weeks. I was happy to see President Obama at the Normandy Remembrance ceremony. As a vet I tend to look upon my service as a duty and honor. I don't care to be thanked for it. I am thankful I could do it. But I do want to honor my Grandfather who served at a time when it was a real danger to his life. Clifford Garrett was a quiet humble man of common origins and yet he answered the call when the nation was in a time of need. He and all those who served beside him deserve our respect and honor because they unselfishly put themselves in harms way and advanced the rights of individuals enshrined in our constitution. Thank You!