Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Why do I remember these things?
Why does this look like puzzle pieces to me?
She always told us to start from the edges and work towards the middle.
If you do it right, a pile of chaos can turn into quite a bit of satisfaction, and take your mind to a different locale for a few hours.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Back here in the real world, there are cairns that help to lead us to our destinations and keep us away from harm's way. Work, family, friends, home and a few others too corny to mention help keep me pushing onward to the top. Sometimes, I've taken a turn or two off my trail, but these markers are quick to point out my straying ways.
Onward... to the top!
Check out the link below to Andy Goldsworthy.
Friday, September 27, 2013
He's here forever.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
In awhile, we headed back and hiked to this otherside of the island and a trip to the lighthouse and museum to watch the sun rays creep towards the water.
It was an afternoon well spent.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The beauty seen covering this island, often disguises the hardships and danger of making a living on the water out here.
Maybe the newly opened brewery needs a hand or two sampling their pale ales.
I could do that!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
You could do a lot worse, 12 miles out to sea in the Atlantic.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Enjoy our weekend, island get-a-way images here this week.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
On starry nights, I took up at the diamond-clad ceiling. Buster's up there somewhere looking down on us.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
They had a B-17, a B-24 Liberator ("Witchcraft")and a sleek, silver P-51 Mustang ("Betty Jane") available to walk around and actually tour.
Pictured here is the B-17 Flying Fortress ("Nine O Nine"). This plane has a special connection to our family. My Uncle Leonard was a co-pilot on one of these in the 'Good War'. The walk inside was quite amazing. It looks pretty spacious from the outside, but the quarters inside were just so tight, not a lot of space to move around in, especially when you factor in the payload they carried. It was a bit of an eerie walk too. The backstory, that I have written about before, is that Uncle Leonard's plane was hit and went down with all the crew parachuting out. This was his last mission. At this point, our family story turns mysterious. The entire crew, except Uncle Leonard, were taken prisoners of war. There are various accounts of what happened to my uncle, aka Buster. All not good.
This is one of my connections to the "Greatest Generation".
Because many have asked: Wings of Freedom schedule-
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
I best be getting busy.
Pigs are gathering sticks?
Like I've got the time.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Ever bit into an apple and came away with half a worm? I have. Lots of spitting ensued.
You might call these 14 the best of the lot. I'm not quite sure myself. You see, we don't spray or prune the 5-6 apple trees that grow wild on our land. Never got around to it. Always thought about it, but the job just never got done. Growing up, the Golden Delicious was a favorite of mine. These days, I'm partial to the shiny Cortlands. For me, they have just the right blend of sweetness with an edge of tart. Besides, they are wide at the top, which allows me to showoff my skill of splitting it right down the middle. Placing my thumbs on either side at the top, and pulling with the thumbs to the side provides me with a fine opportunity to showcase my fall trick, long before All Hallows Eve. My expertise with apples gets around. Often these days in the fall, youngsters will hand me an apple and say, "Do your thing." If it's a big, fat Cortland, or say a Mac that's a bit soft, it's easy.
Oh yeah, I also, often eat the entire sphere, core and all. Why?
Well, that's another story, for another autumn day.
Monday, September 16, 2013
It's just early fall and already the colors surrounding us are fading to yellows and browns. This round birdhouse, that hangs in an apple tree out back, needs a little roofing attention, it looks like. Around here, weekends in September and October are set aside to ready the house and yard for the winter winds that will be blowing here soon. And nope, this birdhouse doesn't swing in the winter winds. I'll pick this one up, along with about 15 more that are sprinkled about the yard, in a month or so. Then, as the snow flies, mice will make their winter homes in them, as they are stored in our outbuildings.
Birds dwell here in the summer; mice curl up cozy in them in the winter.
Every season, almost everyday something is happening in here.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
I was not a big frog guy. The downside was the aroma of swamp water on hands and feet that would accompany you throughout your day. Mom always knew if I had been wading in my sneakers and sent me straight to the bathtub before bed.
No ugly warts for this kid.
I was a true believer.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Another job, of a big brother, accomplished.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Have a little friggatriskaidekaphobia?
That's the fear of this Friday the 13th.
As I've written before, I have found myself falling into routines involving sporting events, but that's about it. Black cats? Love 'em! Walking under ladders? No problem. Breaking mirrors? Done that a few times. The number 13? Doesn't really bother me, although I do think it looks funny on the back of an athlete.
Do I have fears? Of course I do. We all do. Do I want to ruminate on them this morning and share them with you? Of course not. You see, they might be irrational bothers, but in my mind just thinking about them can stress me out a bit. So, outta sight, outta mind.
Maybe, when I get myself worked up I just need to call Ghostbusters!
Got the number?
No worry. It's a Friday!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
I usually 'sin' and go for the Classic Eggs Benedict.
Bless me Father!
The presentation is quite pleasing, and the view 'up' on the outside dining deck ain't bad either. There's quite a canopy overhead.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Caught in the blur.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
I'm not staying here long today either.
Monday, September 9, 2013
*ps Don't tell anyone, but anything not sold goes to the end of the driveway Sunday with a sign that'll read, FREE!
*ps2 No, the boat's not mine but is for sale down the road a piece.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
See, a jackknife, a wall... true love... Well, sort of.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
What up with ArtWalks?
We took a stroll up Congress Street last evening to take in First Friday art walk. We started our brief journey at the library and viewed the opening of a retrospective on the work of Maurice Sendak. It was a journey through the darkness laden with images of Where the Wild Things Are. It was a fun visit. Later, we continued our venture up the street stopping at various galleries along the way, including a map shop where we found a map of our town in the 1800s. If I can find a places for it here at the homestead, I'll make the purchase. Elenka says I must do this from now on. You see I have this problem of buying stuff and having no place to put it. I've had this 'illness' for many years. Now, the galleries were fine. No problem there. However, the streets were overly-loaded with with people and, let me say this as delicately as I can, "Crap!". There. I hope no one is offended. There were little kids drawing crap on the walkways, one guy burning tin cans and selling them, a fella selling strings of beads for $20, that probably cost $2 tops for supplies, teens wailing away on guitars, that they had no business possessing, a gal selling photographs that she had certainly ripped off the Internet and photoshopped a bit, a poet typing his words, old ladies hawking their knitted wares, a group of young adults wearing animal heads and walking among us, and many, many more card tables loaded with, and I'm being gentle here, "CRAP!"
Bottom line, I really don't know what I saw covering the sidewalk last night, but I do know that MOST of it wasn't art.
To paraphrase the gal in the backseat of Nicholson's car in the movie "Five Easy Pieces", "It was crap, nothing but crap, crap, crap".
Head-shaking, Embarrassing really.
Has art come to this?
Will I return? Of course.
Laughter is good for the soul.
Friday, September 6, 2013
So maybe the recipe for today is: invite a building inspector over for lunch, purchase some lumber, pull that chainsaw out hibernation, mow that front lawn and get yourself back on track.
You can be a showplace again.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
It wasn't the smartest of our adventures, but it sure was 'quick fun'!
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Find a good friend and head off on your quest.
Today is a fine day to start.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
We truly were bikers!
Monday, September 2, 2013
Happy Labor Day!
I'm not working, but these guys will be. They were out and about yesterday assisting in the rescue of four people and a dog, as a cabin cruiser caught fire and burned to the waterline just off the Portland Headlight. Luckily, there were quite a few boats nearby, and as thick black smoke billowed skyward, the occupants and the pooch were pulled from the water. Their rescues might be not as dynamic and made-for-tv like the reality show Coast Guard Alaska on the Weather Channel, but they are equally as important.
Just ask those four people yesterday.
Their labors were not lost.
A job well done.