May 31, 2004

A few days ago I wrote about my neighbor's beautiful, well-kept lawn. Look what happened! A whole crowd came to see!

Actually, our little town had a Memorial Day parade today. The parade participants gathered at our end of the main street before the parade began. Soon there were all kinds of people on the neighbor's grass: eager spectators waiting for the quaint parade to start, Cub Scouts, Brownies, and even a marching band. I was wondering how the poor guy felt to see all those people tramping across his yard. The best is the guy sitting there on the rock in his flower bed in between his big pine trees. The poor fellow must have been sprawled out on the great big foyer of his house having a stroke!

Posted at 8:54 PM (EST)

May 28, 2004

My neighbor has beautiful flowers. He has a huge house, nice cars, swings and sliding boards for his children. His lawn is perfect. His hedges are trimmed.

But it seems that he spends most of his time on the upkeep of the place. He's always sweating, and mowing, and trimming, and raking. His wife too.

I enjoy his flowers. I often stop to appreciate their relaxing scent. Several times I have crouched at the edge of his property to take a photo of his flowers. Then share them on the internet for others to enjoy.

I wonder if he ever stops to simply enjoy his flowers. Does he realize how lovely they are? Or does he curse their need of his attention?

I'll have to bring him an iced tea the next time I see him toiling away, pat him on the back and thank him for his labor. The neighborhood and the internet are more beautiful because of it. I almost feel guilty putting my copyright notice on the photo since he did all the hard work.

Posted at 2:44 PM (EST)

May 27, 2004

There are times when you just feel out of step with the rest of the world. You don't fit in. You stick out. You feel dumb and awkward, even well after you are past your adolescent years. You try not to draw attention to your ineptitude, but even your attempt to be inconspicuous turns into a glaring neon sign that reads, "I'M AN IDIOT!" You know you're really not as big an oaf as you appear to be in front of others. But sometimes you could swear that you hear applause after you leave the room. It's not the eager demand of an encore by an audience of fans. It's the cheerful relief of the crowd that was uncomfortable at your evident oddness. You didn't belong. You were not comprehended.

Take your silly hat and fly away.

Posted at 5:14 PM (EST)

May 26, 2004

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May 25, 2004

Cow's it goin'?

Posted at sometime before they came home (EST)

May 24, 2004

That's right, people. We got LOTS for sale!

We got everythin' you could possibly need, want or imagine. We got LOTS!

LOTS and LOTS!

Give us a call. We'll sell ya some!

Posted at 4:40 PM (EST)

May 23, 2004

Here's a pink daisy for world peace. Now stop fighting with each other, you fuckers.

Posted at 12:16 PM (EST)

May 21, 2004

It was a great misty morning to take pictures. Here are a few I took as I did the "Misty Mountain Hop" through Califon on my way to work today.

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May 20, 2004

Today is day number 50 of THIS.

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May 19, 2004

How about a few pictures of some cute girls to brighten things up around here?

Whoa! That was scary! She calls that her "vacuum face." We'll just call it scary.

Posted at 5:15 PM (EST)

May 17, 2004

Sad, sad news to report...

While walking through the area where I found the caterpillar that I photographed on May 14, I came across another one. But... as it turned out... this one... was... dead...

All dried up...

Faded...

Dead...

Posted at 5:15 PM (EST)

May 14, 2004

I only have a few minutes here. So let me throw up a couple of photos on this page.

Hmmm... Let me throw some photos up on this page.

Hmmm... It still sounds like I'm vomiting on this page. Oh well.

Posted at afternoon (EST)

May 13, 2004

Here. I'm going to throw a few photos at ya. These are random photos that I took yesterday and today.

Posted at morning (EST)

May 7, 2004

Here is the last photo that I will ever take...

... with this camera, my old Sony Mavica FD-73.

My friend, Suzy, called me yesterday afternoon and said, "Hey, I found a Sony Mavica for $50."

I said, "What??? I paid $500 for mine four years ago! Please buy that camera for me!"

The place had just closed. But Suzy saw a friend of hers who worked there as they were leaving. She was able to get back in and snag the camera for me!

The new camera is a Sony Mavica FD-88. It has better pixelization, a better zoom lense, more photo options, and it takes 5 to 15 second movies. Oh man! I can have some good fun with that! The camera was only $50 and doesn't even have a scratch on it. What a great find! While the digital camera that I'd like to have is currently around $1,000 and can take incredible photos, this FD-88 is a decent improvement in the meantime until I have the funds for the more expensive one. And for only 50 bucks, how can I go wrong?

(Don't answer that. I know how I can "go wrong." I've certainly done it enough.)

Posted at 10:25 AM (EST)

May 6, 2004

Look what I chased yesterday. I just wish I had a better digital camera that could have really captured the color of this. Hopefully the photos I took with the 35mm will come out nice.

Posted at 9:45 AM (EST)

May 5, 2004

The sky was so perfectly clear yesterday that I decided to do some sunset and night photography. My son Tim and a few of his friends went with me to Point Mountain. We got there just after the sun went down behind the mountains. A few of the nightime photos taken with the 35mm came out kind of interesting. The others were over exposed. It was my first serious attempt at it. You win some. You lose some. I guess that's one way to learn.

Below are a few photos taken with the digital camera.

Posted at 5:20 PM (EST)

May 4, 2004

Well, the toilet went crazy
Yesterday afternoon
The plumber he says
Never flush a tampoon!
This great information
Cost me half a week’s pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
Woo-ooo

Lyrics from "Flakes" by Frank Zappa

The moral... "Don't cry over spilt *milk*."

Posted at (EST)

May 3, 2004

Here's a photo for the NASCAR fans, because, you know, they might need a little something to get them going after a tough Sunday afternoon of watching the race.

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May 1, 2004

Let's start the month off Sesame Street style.

"B" is for BARN.

Can you say "BARN?"

Very good, boys and girls!

Oh! There's another "B" word! "BOYS!"

Now try this word: "BELVIDERE."

Wow! That's a big word!

We did it again! We said another "B" word! "BIG!"

Belvidere is where I found this Big Barn.

I suppose it's good to put a Big "B" on your Barn so you don't get confused and let your cows into the house.

Hmmm... I wonder if their cows have big "C's" on them??

Posted late at night (EST)