life, life goes on, loneliness, nature, photography, sunrise

The little sunrise that could…

It started slowly this morning.  Just a tease of color showing above the tree line across the lake.  By my third cup of coffee it was in it’s glory, which meant that I could stand in the backyard taking pictures.  And that was a very good thing since I’m having the hardest time motivating myself to go out and drive for photos since I’ve gotten back home…

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Life is adorable…

My granddaughter gave me a lovely gift for my recent birthday.  It’s a book of inspirational messages with lovely images, and the text is in German.  You see, this is the granddaughter who up until recently was teaching Kindergarten in Bucharest, and who now is teaching in Munich.  She said I might pick up a little German as I go to Google Translate to read the daily message.  And I might.  According to the translation, this image means,

‘Life is adorable, you just have to see it through the right glasses.’

I’m sure the gist of the message is correct, and I sort of like that the phrasing is a little awkward.  That adds to the charm.  The world is a smaller place for this generation of young adults.  How can that be anything but a good thing?  I would never have had the courage to take such a chance as she did by traveling so far from home on her own.  Especially at 22.  I find that so much of what has changed in society to be distressing these days, but I suppose that just means that I really am  an old codger.  Kudos to these young people.  I hope they can make this world a better place for the generations to come.  Thank you, Kara.fullsizeoutput_3ae.jpeg

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Home on the Nature Coast…

Maybe it’s all the driving I’ve done lately, but since I’ve been back in Florida I’m having trouble catching up mentally with where I am physically.  While I was in New England I said I was ‘home’, and I was home, back to where the kid in me feels restored to the surface.  Now I’m home in Florida, but is it home?  Not sure anymore.  What struck me as I drove up to the house for the first time in six weeks was that everyone’s lawns were so green!  A sure sign that we had a lot of rain while I was gone.  It rained all day my first day back also, so I went out back when I saw some birds milling around once the rain had let up.  The ducklings!  I was glad to see them, five surviving.  And I caught up with my neighbors who said that there is only one Crane colt now, no one knows what happened to the other one. 7-28colt.jpg

With the clouds breaking up the sky looked promising, so I drove to Aripeka, the shortest possible sunset drive, and liked the light on the houses at my first stop, but the sunset itself didn’t look like it would be the best view.7-28aripeka3

So I went to the little spot I’d noticed before, right on a bend of the road that feels a little scary as people take the curve a little too fast.  There isn’t much opportunity to vary your shot, but I love this view.  And the colors built, and then extinguished themselves like a candle flickering out.  I’m back…7-28aripekasunset27-28aripeka47-28aripekasunset1

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Signs of Baltimore…

There is nothing that says Baltimore to me more than the Domino Sugar sign that used to stand by itself in the skyline.  The Domino Sugar factory sits toward the end of a peninsula known as Locust Point, which juts into the Baltimore harbor and culminates in the Fort McHenry National Park.  ‘The Point’ was also home to Proctor & Gamble, Coca-Cola, something called Indiana Grain, and other manufacturing plants, due to it’s rail and shipping access.  Baltimore was a blue collar town that has undergone gentrification, as is the case for many East Coast cities.  The main street of the Point area is Fort Avenue, and that’s where our dental office was located, and where we spent 26 years working and enjoying the people of the neighborhood.  The immediate area was surrounded by streets of modest rowhouses, built in the 1880s, that housed generations of people who worked in the neighborhood businesses.  It was the city, and I was leery when Charley wanted to practice there, but he raved about the area, and everything he said about it proved to be true.  There was a corner store across from the office, and when I was in that store I found myself amazed that the other people there were greeting each other by name and asking about each other’s families. I soon concluded that this neighborhood had a lot in common with Mayberry.  The last three years we worked there we also lived upstairs from the office, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed walking out the front door onto a busy city street.  To me it was unique, if I hadn’t lived there I would never had imagined how much of a neighborhood could exist in a big city.

But even as we started our practice the old timers were lamenting how much the neighborhood was changing as new people came in and fixed up.  That should have been good news to a business owner, but Charley saw himself as on old-school ‘Baltimoron’, and those old timers were the people he was there to treat.  It was a good life.

I said that the Domino Sugar sign stood along in the sky, and it did.  But most of the old businesses are gone now, replaced by more lucrative condos and townhouses.  Maybe at a different angle the Domino sign would stand out more, and of course it does when it’s lit at night, but I thought it looked a little sad and lost in the new buildings that now surround it in this picture….  

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I Loved Bob, for a little while…

I think I now understand the appeal of Serius Radio.  I have spent a lot of time driving in the last week, a lot, and it seems like I’m driving the radio as much as I’m driving the car.  Looking for a station, or a song at least, that I can enjoy.  And I usually find one before too long, but if I’m lucky I hear a song or even two before I lose the station and I hear more static than anything else.  All of which I offer in explanation of how I became involved with Bob along the way.  Bob was a breath of fresh air, upbeat and funny, is it any wonder I fell for him?  We had a brief relationship, but like most good things it ran it’s course and was over.  But if you find yourself traveling near Fayetteville, NC, look up Bob.  You can find him at 96.5 FM.  ” Bob FM, it’s the same forwards and backwards, or vice versa”.  You’ll be glad you did.

https://965bobfm.com/