When you are on vacation, you forget. About things. Worries. Troubles. Places in the world which are absolutely bat-shat crazy. Then you read the news, or see “the latest breaking” on a television. It can all weigh you down, in
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On the Range.
It only seems fair that I give you an update on Domestic Affairs. I am sure you haven’t been able to sleep nights, without the “skinny” on the Homefront here. Besides that, I am so tired tonight, I feel like
Go Home PK.
Ahhhh. Yep, yep, yep. Big ahhhhhhhh. The good news is… we arrived home tonight. The bad news is…. well…. … there really isn’t any bad news. We left the East End of the Grand Cayman Island this morning at
See with Siskind and Rooney.
Acclaimed Artist and Photographer, Aaron Siskind, once said this: “We look at the world and see what we have learned to believe is there. We have been conditioned to expect… but, as photographers, we must learn to relax our beliefs.”
T.S. and George. Same day.
On this very day of September 25th, in the year of 1888, the amazing poet and writer, T.S. Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri. Ten years later, to the day, the very gifted composer George Gershwin was born in
Again and again, and again…
As a sidebar, before I even post the rest… I had one of you on my mind the entire time I was writing tonight. This rarely, rarely happens. Sometimes I don’t know what it all means… or if any of
The Great Mystery
…. and to this day… the mystery remains. I LOVE that statement. Whenever I read it in a book or hear it in a movie. Just the sound of it….. well…. It sends shivers up my timbers, I’ll tell you.
The Scary Truth
I am a pretty big fan of a good movie. Good, being the key word in that phrase. I like a wide variety of genres too. Probably the only ones I don’t care for are the very gross and graphic
We don’t know if it is what it is.
I don’t know why my brain thinks these things. But it does. And when it gets this way…. I can’t help but to speculate. To wonder. One of the things I am pondering is this. Unknown Contemporaneous Events. The thing
Bloooey.
One day Elsa woke up, rolled out of her straw, and realized she didn’t feel like being a Dairy Cow any more. She had had enough. The early mornings. The endless milkings. The preponderance of Udder Jokes. People driving by