Picture Notes

Herva Mate

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This was my lucky day.

This ladybug was probably wondering about the material it was crawling through and I was feeling very lucky. I know it isn’t a great photograph but these guys are small and I’ve spent hours chasing them them down and here’s one that landed on me.  That’s so lucky.  There are thousands of ideas that can spin off of bugs and insects.  It eventually left the safety and security of my arm for the danger of the open bike trail.

The Government.

I’ve always thought of the  government as being the 800 pound giant.  And being a giant it’s always best when it’s quiet and observes because if it throws it’s weight around others will get crushed and it’s unnecessary, because, after all, it’s the giant.

When things get stupid at work one should spend some time at the beach, not worrying about anything.

Is it ever too late to be careful?

In Falls Church, VA

A parade dancer.

Morning Light

Just a bit of color to lighten up this blog.  Color fixes everything.

Something round for mother’s day.

and a poem about fishing in Florida.

Sea Islands of Sargasso in brown clumps.

He turned his eye
toward my eye and
the world was silent
as we waited,
hardly breathing,
then the fish pulled
swimming to free himself.

It fought for it’s life,
reflecting streaks of blue
to green and gold
to yellow and gray
but soon fish blood dripped
onto a white plastic deck
and a heart beat
replaced a pulse
and internal functions
stopped in the Gulf Stream
off Islamorada, Florida.

The smell of diesel fumes
mixed with salt spray
and constant vibrations
surrounded one horizontal
line meeting another
in the color
of the gulf stream;
clear blue liquid
going down forever
into quiet dark places.

There’s that smell
of old wood and sea air,
rotting line and diesel fuel
floating up from below deck.

Six people remembered to try to smile
and watched the mate
working non stop
re-baiting, re-rigging and tying a new lure.
As he looked for another secret
that unlocked the flood gates of fish song.