Sunday, November 30, 2014
I like them. I enjoy reading about and researching when strange combinations, sometimes through no fault of their own, are thrust together, side by side. For example, some might shy away from buying a luxurious condominium on Chandler's Wharf off of Commercial Street, because this neat bait shop finds a home right next to you. I've seen actual photographs of the units. They are quite beautiful, and what views! If you might enjoy a life, sometimes complicated by sea smells, feral cats, the constant squawking of gulls, wharf traffic and (from what I hear) other wharf 'critters', you can call this brick condo just to the left your home.
What do they say, "Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want..."
When, or if, it's a condo life for me, it'll be on land.
Solid, solid land.
I ain't no pirate!
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!"(from one of my favorite rides at Disney World: Pirates of the Caribbean)
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Perhaps I could pen, "The Little Yacht That Couldn't Find Christmas".
Any other suggested titles?
Friday, November 28, 2014
Our thoughts are with you, Daniella.
A new little tree taking root soon.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Until yesterday I did not know that the Mayflower really landed on the shores of Casco Bay. Here's proof positive that it really happened. I've been listening to a lot of 'talk' recently in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. Everybody trying to share the 'real' story of the event and its repercussions. It seemed like all the tales had their own take on when, why and how it happened. All I really wanted was a plateful of truth, but everywhere I searched I seemed to be subject to overlapping facts and the real differences as to the first 'real' Thanksgiving and the coming ashore of the Pilgrims. All with similarities. All with some differences. So, if you're are waiting for my story on when, why and how, you'll have to suffice with this. The Mayflower landed in Portland near Fore Street yesterday.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
If you're are celebrating with turkey today, enjoy.
Family, friends, the bird, football... and about 12 inches of snow here.
Gotta love it.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
We're a hardy bunch up here.
Bring it on!
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
There are rectangles, circles, triangles and an infinity sign gracing the outside of In'finiti Fermentation & Distillation on Commercial Street. Inside, it's anything but. You'll find a restaurant, a bar, a distillery and a brewery. Just before you step through the doors, you see a stack of wooden barrels each showing its name and logo. That's the only hint that seems to reveal the contents of this building. To me, it's always given me the look of a factory not a restaurant. I was really surprised when I found out it was a restaurant and brewery. I have a good friend who teaches math to middle school kids. She'd be really excited with all the math 'angles' seen on the exterior of the building. She's a great educator. Each time I entered her room, I attempted to solve the math problem that was being discussed. Most times my answers ended with the room in laughter. However, I reminded her students and mine that Freshman year I ended first quarter with a 105 average in Algebra. So I knew what I was talking about. She'd just smile and move on with the lesson.
Math is everywhere.
In school and sometimes when you're out on the town.
Remember: always check your work.
Miss you, Alexis.
Monday, November 24, 2014
*Note: just hate to watch that meter movin' so fast.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Being the only one with a winning Megabucks ticket?
I could do that.
But as they say, "Gotta be in it to WIN it."
Maybe I need to rethink this 'standing alone' deal.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
These will keep me honest till turkey.
Hopefully the snow will hold off until March.
Ya, I'm dreaming.
I do that a lot these days.
Friday, November 21, 2014
In these parts, farmers went for the stones, they found while clearing their land, long before they they looked to wood for fences to mark property lines.
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast..."
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Some days I just want to load up a pack horse and hit the trail. I'm just dreaming of course, but in another life... Do you believe that we've been here before in another life? That we come back? I like to dwell on that feeling that I've been down this road before, but I can't seem to dig up a lot of evidence. As for 'coming back', I'm a bit more pessimistic. If in the big picture of things this really is some sort of merry-go-round we're on, I hope I'm given a choice whether I'll be in for a return engagement. There are some worlds I want no part of in an Act II. Being a card carrying agnostic, puts me in a tough place from time to time, but I'm living with it.
No, I don't want to return as a coyote.
No, I have no interest in being a waterfall.
A cowboy on a distant planet?
Ok, this has got to cease right now!
Then again, maybe a month on a dude ranch would get it out of my system.
What do you think?
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
So, any recommendations for my bookstand?
It's a long winter up here.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
I don't expect to be snowblowing before eating turkey in a week, but you never know.
I do know this.
Weather-wise in this state come early winter...
Roll your dice.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Last week on a trip to the garden, I noticed that the lilac bush at the corner was still full of leaves, some yellow, some still green. Today, about 3 days later, just about all of the leaves have fallen. I count 10 still hanging on for dear life. I thought the still colored leaves lying on the snow were a good contrast to most of them at the foot of the small tree.
That's all I've got today.
Weather? There's another icy, snow mix a fallen all around me now.
Some days I long for a cocoon.
This is about it with regards to fall colors around our place.
The last rites have been performed.
Rest in peace, autumn.
Yes please, a moment of silence.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
This 'road yacht' as been docked!
Kinda sad, really.
*Hey, if you put your ear to the side, just above that rear tire, I think you can hear The Hollies' "Bus Stop"(1966).
Saturday, November 15, 2014
When the sun crept across the deck yesterday morning, this is what revealed itself to me. Not quite a month into his reign and he's already beginning to droop a bit. This morning his crown of white is all but gone. Even for Shakespeare, this feller's 'reign of terror' was a swift one. All in all, he ruled about 10 hours. In the play, King Henry, with this quote, is complaining about not being able to get a decent night's sleep. The vilest of the vile and those working mundane, boring jobs are drifting off to never never land he complains, but not the supreme ruler of the land? He might want to recall how he seized the thrown and what he had done to his predecessor. Anyone might have trouble getting his 'snooze on' under those conditions.
Now that I think about it, I'm in a stretch of restlessness these last few weeks. Sleep seems to come in bursts.
I wonder what that's all about?
Might a hypnotist be an answer?
"You are getting very sleepy..."
Friday, November 14, 2014
Load that cart.
Stack that wood.
See you in March, if I'm lucky.
Hopefully, like the wicked witch of Oz, "I'm melting, melting, melting ...
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Art and Sports are entwined today. When I think of the number 7, there is but one person that comes to mind: MANTLE, Mickey Mantle of my hated New York Yankees. My love of baseball was groomed watching "The Game of the Week" on Saturday afternoons. That I could sit there by myself in front of the Philco and watch a baseball game someplace around the country was a pretty big deal for this kid. This game, the Friday night fights, the Olympics and a little hockey was about it in the early days of TV up here in my corner of the world. Dizzy Dean, an ex-pitcher for the Cards, Cubs and Browns, was a colorful figure, who broke just about every grammatical rule on the planet each telecast, but I loved listening to his broadcasts. Jay Hanna "Dizzy" is in the Baseball Hall of Fame, made the cover of TIME magazine and was the last National League pitcher to win 30 games. Now, that's a record that's stood some time. It seemed that just about every Saturday I had to watch a Yankee game, but at least I could watch Mickey bat. He was amazing!
When I heard that the Portland Museum of Art was going to install the Robert Indiana, a resident of Vinalhaven, Maine, piece "SEVEN" in front of the museum, it was Mantle's number not art that came to mind. Why the 7 at the museum? The building is located at 7 Congress Street. The sculpture will stand there indefinitely.
Didn't think I could connect, two of my loves, baseball and art?
Sort of a 'tangled web' today.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
You are correct.
We took deep breaths in a mighty dream world.
And now back to THIS world...
This box was found on a long, meandering driveway last week.
You bet I looked inside.
Contents: buckets of sand for ice and snow and two shovels.
Truth or fiction: What's your pleasure?
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
You know, I learn something new everyday. Here a photo album that I've probably glanced at well in excess of 100 times since I first spied it a cardboard box. I was probably about 12 at the time. The contents meant little to me other then they were pictures of soldiers. Drinking coffee, playing cards, cutting hair, standing in snow, riding in the backs of trucks, leading against jeeps and smiling for the camera, they are all here in this leather-bound collection of war duty. Hundreds of pictures taken by my Dad, during his time in Rome and his exploits during the bloody battle at Anzio. During the two years he served in WWII, he was quite a photographer. Go figure. I never really stopped to think about this before. Even today, at my age, I'm still learning about my world.
Leonard, Steve, and Don thank for all you did for us during the 'Good War'.
And have a wonderful day where ever you are!
*Bottom, middle photo of soldiers standing in snow: my Dad is the second from the right.
Monday, November 10, 2014
I like to think I am. Now, I'm not talking about in the weight room strong. I'm not a quitter. If I start something, I want to take it its conclusion. I want to complete the deal. During my professional career, I had a mantra that the kids often heard me repeat over and over, 'finish strong'. Try not to waver at the end. Now, I can adapt; I'm not stupid. Like a coach who excels, I think I'm pretty good at making halftime changes. When I see the odds stacked against me, I'm not adverse to making mid-course corrections, but I'm one that likes to finish the job. I'm not one who likes to leave my tools of the job strewn about at the end and contemplating the 'what might have beens'. That's me.
Weakness? Yes, I have a few, but like most of us I like to keep them 'close to the vest' (there's that idiom again).
Do you have any?
I'm not talking about chocolate here either.
My name is Birdman, and I have a weakness... for blondes.
There, it's out!
I might need a 12-Step Program.
When I backtrack my romantic pursuits back through high school and college years, it gets scary. There seems to be one constant, blondes. One after the other. What's it all about?
I won't bore you with my list of intrigues.
Well, there's Stephani, Heidi, Aniston, Swift, Johansson, Spears (it's sad) ...
It's a long list.
And yes, Elenka is a blonde.
*today's trip was kind of convoluted. Still with me?
Care to reveal a weakness?
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Some places should be left in your past.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
What are you paying this weekend?
I'm sure many of you can beat 2.94.
Friday, November 7, 2014
I heard these words many a time coming from my Dad's lips during my formative years. They baffled me. They put me in a state of confusion. Maybe that was just where he wanted me, back on my heels. (Is that another idiom?) My retort was often quick and went something along the lines of, "... but I don't even own a horse." Idioms drove me crazy! When I was doing a job, like stacking wood with my brother but not well, he'd remind us that we were 'burning daylight'. What? Huh?! I just remembered that one. I had to look it up. Ah yes, 'wasting time'! We were good at that when we put our minds to it. Learned something this morning, Burning Daylight is a title of a Jack London novel. I bet it's full of idioms. Heck, Burning Daylight is the main character's name!
I've got some.
But I think I acquired most of it from watching episodes of "The Adventures of Spin and Marty".
You did watch the Mickey Mouse Club didn't you?
Thursday, November 6, 2014
My images most often are not triggered by setups or meticulous timing.
I see it.
There it is.
It's my world.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
She must be an amazing person.
Oh, did I mention, she's blind.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
I elected to stop here the other day.
Not scared off by the lions that adorn the front steps, I've wandered through the hallways and floors of the New York Public Library at 5th Avenue and 42nd Street. Growing up, I loved that I could jump on my bike pedal up Stevens and down Pleasant to the Burbank Branch Library and could 'hide' in the one room for hours amid the smell of books. The choices I left with were always of the hardcover variety. I never held a paperback in my hands until I walked the halls of Lincoln Junior High. As I remember, there seemed to be an explosion of the marketing of paperbacks somewhere in the 50's which continues. Today, they are everywhere from the big online conglomerate like Amazon, in small, local bookshops that still survive, to my local grocery store where they line them up the Top 20 paperbacks from someone's list. Other than carrying a book stuffed in my back pocket on the way to high school, the Little Free Library pictured here is the smallest library I've ever stumbled across in the area. I checked it out the other day. I twisted the latch and 'walked in'. I moved my way through the selections but found none that piqued my interest, so I moved on. By the way, it was the first library that I was ever in that had no circulation desk, no display of my library card needed and you didn't even have to leave another book behind. A simple note on the top said something to the effect of 'take a book, enjoy, bring another one back to replace'.
That's my kind of place.
No pressure there.
Libraries, gotta love them.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Well, I broke another of my 'life rules' this morning. Yes, and I'm man enough and come out and admit in front of the whole entire world. Ok, that's a bit much. I apologize. I like to think though from time to time that I have a bit of the flair for the dramatic, but this is nothing like that. As a matter of fact, I might not have broken a rule at all. It might just be the memory-thing crashing in on me. I could check, but I haven't the time. And I don't really care. So what's the big deal? Where have I strayed from the straight and narrow? Where did I venture off the rails? Will three Hail Marys and one Our Father do the trick? So here it is, plain and simple. One of my rules that I try to follow on this photo blog is one photo and day and no repeats. Heavens! Between, the small, big place that I call home and my country backyard, I've got enough to keep me busy. So, I think I remember using this brick house, a building that once housed electrical components, once before, but not in the fall, as I recall. Does that get me off the hook? No. Then again maybe this is the first time that it has made Birdman's spotlight. Oh heck, I've gone on and on and on. Like the Seinfeld show that was about nothing, this has been my version. That's my 'pitch'.
As George Costanza said, "It's a show about nothing!"
My 'show' concludes at this time.
And, as you can tell, it's been about NOthing!
Sunday, November 2, 2014
This is not right!
It's November 2, and it spitting snow as I type this entry. There ought be a law! No snow until Thanksgiving. Well, I better thank my lucky stars. North of Bangor and Downeast they are getting anywheres from 6-12 inches of the white stuff. Hey, I'm still ridding leaves and moving wood. Maybe I better invest in one of these wraps for my entire yard. Perhaps I should construct a dome over our property, one that opens and closes depending on the sun and temperature.
Moving South is probably the way to go.
And I don't mean South Portland either!
This isn't funny anymore.
It's 10:30 AM, and it is not spitting.
2:30 PM Power out!
4:55 PM Power back.
*I know, Jack, Naples is very nice.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Were the stories true?
How the heck do I know.
They were entertaining stories.
And I believed them all.