This is Sir’s first post featuring his own photography. He went on his very first photoshoot, with a group of other local photographers, this past weekend, and captured this wonderful passionflower, and was inspired to write a wee poem to go along with it. Cheers, thank you for dripping by,
A post me dad wrote, about the time we discovered a tern with a broken wing huddled in the blusterous night
This little adventure came about many moons ago-soon after losing my wife Jodi.
We would visit a small park, known as Castaway Point, with a beautiful dock that juts out into the peaceful limpid Indian River Lagoon, rife with dolphins, herons, cranes and other exotic fauna.
That night was very wild and exceedingly windy-a glorious evening. And like those who help those affected by tornadoes or hurricanes and other disasters, we got to help a storm victim ourselves.
I was rumbling along the wooden boardwalk when I sighted the forlorn creature. Strange, he was right next to the boardwalk and not flying away as I trundled forth. A set of black-rimmed eyes set in a comical black-topped head with a brilliant orange bill stared up at me. A sleek bluish-white feathered body rounded out the rest of him.
I bent down and he moved away. Then I saw why he…
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A bovine-involved adventure with Sir
Yesterday we undertook a delightful jaunt into the dark mysteries of Central Florida, near Orlando on a splendid cool winter’s day. Part of the Florida Trail System (many trails set up by volunteers marking trees in the forest) loomed up in a Wetlands area. We could not resist, so we sauntered forth on our latest adventure.Odd, but the trail seemed to start by a gate. Cattle stood nearby. Where was the trail? We saw a sign saying “Take Care of Cattle.” Do we enter this field?
A knotted rope fastened the gate and I undid it, we shuffled though, and tied it shut behind us.
I suddenly realized we were right in the cattle field, and several huge bovines were ambling nearby. I spotted the sign for the Trail across part of this field past a number of cattle, so it meant you are to join them briefly in their pasture to…
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Thome, a fellow Floridian friend and new blogger, wrote this lovely post about a fascinating and dashed wonderful Thai temple he visits. Absolutely marvelous!
As mentioned in my previous post, I love learning about various languages and cultures. I have not had a lot of opportunities for immersion as of yet, but there are a few very precious times. My first time would have been the trip to the Mexican restaurant that I had with my high school Spanish class. Actually ordering my food in Spanish was a bit of a thrill for the then 18 year old me (this was during my senior year). I have studied Spanish on and off since my high school days.
That was back in my home town. Since moving out on my own to a new state, Florida, I have developed an on again-off again obsession with my local Buddhist Temple. It’s run by Thai monks, and the temple is built according to traditional Thai architecture. On the outside, it is all white except for the roof…
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First entry by Sir, on his new blog- a little anecdote about the misadventures he endured on the long, nocturnal drive he took the night before a major life-changing interview.
At the time I was living in a one-room apartment in a somewhat scary part of the city, in Ohio. Down the street loomed a drug den and lawmen sirens were sonorously heard often through the night. I had a most beaten-in Dodge Valiant, but it ran (usually). It got me to university- that’s what mattered. I was living the life of Ramen noodles and had a gas stipend from Dad, and I wore his old, hand-me-down brown tweedy suits that were too short. Fabulous times.
I had just wrapped up my College Major of Technical Communication (one of several majors tried on, and then this one I kept- stupendous entry job ads on Prof’s door really helped!) and had now signed up for the so very few slots…
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