Tibor Kercz photo for Best Nature Comedy finalist
It seems there’s one of us in nature too! And see how the others are blissfully unaware of the struggles one of them is going through? The least they could do is move over.
Just Because…
Post 4th of July
The Lady still beautiful, especially against such a glorious sky
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I intended to post this on the 4th but got distracted. The fireworks, while beautiful, didn’t help. The cat was OK and didn’t understand why Tula was such a basket case. I spent most of the night and some of the previous, just petting and consoling her. She was sure we were under attack and would never survive. We did. And I’m sorry I didn’t get this up as I think it’s just beautiful!
Rambling
It’s time for a mental walkabout. No method, no madness just stuff. No rhyme to reason with.
Here’s a photo of Sundance, posted by GentleBarn. Why? Just because I loved it when I first saw it. Isn’t he darling? I think he’s hiding food in those cheeks. Either that or he’s trying out for The Godfather.
My friends love me. How many do you have? None.
Best last line from a movie ever? “Shit.” From The Professional. That could look swell on a tombstone. It’s a good movie by-the-way.
So often what is imposed in youth is chosen in adulthood. We become victims of our own ugly.
And, at the last: we all remain quite busy tripping over those emeralds in the mud.
So. Just enjoy the day—why not?
Happy Birthday
For Blondie & all of us who love her! Rock on!
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Bridges & Arcs
Photo from La Crosse Tribune MacGilvray road, outside La Crosse
There is something about bridges. Alone, symbolic, creating a path to another shore. Who knows what will be found there? It’s the mystery and the answer together. Any type of bridge, crossing a river, stream, lake… Any size: huge, small, and “one car at a time” for the single road.
Arcs carry their own beauty. Someone called an arc the most perfect shape in nature. Why? Half a moon—beginning and end together? The alpha and the omega in one view. From the side— especially above water where you can see the reflection—you see the whole. The light and the dark sides. The coming together of everything. Thinking of it, there’s the arc from life to death. There’s the arc of the short story. (Try writing one without an arc.) The arc of a marriage?
And here we have the bridge and the arc together. Mmmmmmmm…what thoughts can we merge?
