Flowers and birds, birds and flowers … and maybe a car or a plow. The Goldfinch, in summer, are brilliant yellow and even in the middle of a drought, we had bushels of pink roses. And of course, we had red skies and pink skies. Not too many in yellow, though.
This reminds me of an old syllogism:
A big elephant is big.
A little elephant is little.
A big mouse is big.
A little mouse is little.
Therefore, a big mouse is bigger than a little elephant.
Some of these little buildings are much bigger than others, but by “normal” big standards, they are small.
Is this a house? It’s sort of house-like, with a roof and a floor. It’s missing its walls, but somehow, it says “house” to me.
I wonder if the malls will ever open again? I wonder how many shops will still be “alive” when our siege finally ends? IF our siege ever ends. Sometimes I look ahead and I don’t see an end, just endlessly more of the same. I was never a big “mall person.” Other than for occasional holiday shopping, I tended to avoid malls and more recently than when I was younger because it was so much walking — and I had a lot of trouble covering the distance. I was grateful for the benches and chairs along the walking routes.
Old building make great pictures. They aren’t nearly as much fun when you live in one, though. There’s only so much architectural admiration you can give your house before you yearn for effective heat and good plumbing. Toilets that flush and windows that open and close. Doors without rotted sills. Maybe even a garden which hasn’t run completely amok. Still, old buildings make great photographs.
Cee wanted anything to do with boats. Well, as it turned out, we got a few boats — and some gulls that liked to hang out with the boats. A few pictures? Sure!
I didn’t know exactly which flower it would be. It could have been an orchid or a cactus flower. Or a rose (by any other name) which would smell as sweet as Romeo — or was it Juliet?
But it turned out to be a nearly perfect daylily and a daisy that isn’t a daisy, but actually has some other name which I can’t remember. These days, I can’t remember much of anything.
I used to love hats and I wore them a lot, especially when we were down on the Vineyard and didn’t drive much. But when there was work and driving, the brims just kept knocking into the seat behind me and I wound up having to take them off. And there was no place to store them at work, either. no hat racks anymore.
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
No surprise that hearing is a big issue in this household. I’ve lost some hearing, but it’s in a more or less normal range for my age. I often feel like I need to turn up the world’s volume a couple of notches.
Garry has been hard-of-hearing his whole life and it got a lot worse in the last couple of years. Almost 2 years ago, he had a cochlear implant and these days, he can have conversations on the phone, watch TV at a normal volume and even talk with me! Imagine that!
He can even go to a party and not feel left out. That’s incredible progress.
On the road again. Lots of great road pictures from every season of every year. We aren’t driving nearly as much now as we used to, so I think I’ll be relying more on archives.
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