THE RED ROSE OF JERSEY DAILY PHOTO
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
I’ve started a new daily photo project. This one is called “The Red Rose of Jersey.”
We recently moved, hence the reason for not having time to write much of anything for a while, and now have a nice front porch and sidewalk area that we do not have to share with obnoxious neighbors as the case was formerly. So we started a “bucket garden” with tomatoes, peppers, cilantro, sunflowers, marigolds, zinnias, bells of Ireland, love-lies-bleeding (Oooooooo!), and more.
I picked out a rose plant, American Beauty variety. As it is not much more than several stalks sticking out of the soil and a few bunches of leaves, it should show many changes as it grows. A perfect photographic subject!
This time I am using Arissa’s camera at a large pixel setting mounted to a tripod. This will give the photos a more consistent look and quality. I will post a small version of each photo on the site along with a link to the larger version for anyone who wants to see more detail.
My last daily photo project, A YEAR IN ONE PLACE, lasted for, uh, well… a year. I’m not sure how long this photo project will last. Maybe just for the season until the last leaf falls from the plant in autumn? Maybe through the winter and into the summer of next year? Until there is no longer enough server space on the internet to hold all the pictures? We’ll see…
So… with that little introduction, here begins the Red Rose of Jersey project.
MICROSTORIES
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
May 18, 2005 “MICROSTORIES”
I had an opportunity to meet with several local writers last month. An exercise in preparation for our meeting was to write a microstory consisting of 150 words maximum. Here are two which I wrote.
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THROUGH THE GAPING MOUNTAINS
“Come on, men! Keep going!” he shouted to us over his shoulder.
Through the gaping mountains we trod on, most of us knowing we would never make it, though we dare not give voice to our fears. With the loss of his own son just days ago, how could we be so heartless to the Commander? True, he has never shown much heart toward us. Yet, what he denied us in kindness was compensated by loyalty. We may doubt that we could survive these mountains. We could not doubt his determination to lead us on.
“There! To our left! The cave! Jacobson! Bring my gear inside. Prepare a fire then stand watch outside.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Brownstone! Bring the maps here. With any luck, the sky will clear and we will determine our bearings. Have the men tend to their arms. When all is set for defense, let the food be prepared.”
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I ONLY WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU
She swirled. She twirled. She smiled.
Oh, God, how he enjoyed her! Her every movement thrilled him. He wished that time would wait while they danced on and on.
“You are my world, Colleen… the air I breathe, the beating of my heart.”
She smiled and kissed him lightly.
Had she sensed the note of sorrow in his voice? He did his best to hide it. He did not want to see her sad. He knew that he must tell her. Not here. Not tonight.
Let this be the last carefree evening, he thought.
His doctor’s report was grim that morning. He feared it would be. For weeks he had hidden his pain from Colleen. She loved him and depended on him. How could he fail her now?
“I love you too, Robert,” she whispered as the music faded. “I only ever want to dance with you.”
Cause
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
“The primary cause of suffering in America is not the liberal elite, but rather the big corporations and their Republican friends.”
John Wiener
“Working-Class Republicans and ‘False Consciousness'”
Dissent, Spring 2005
I WENT TO MONTREAL OVER THE WEEKEND AND ALL I GOT WAS…
…bronchitis.
To be honest, the bronchitis started the night before leaving for Montreal. Despite feeling not completely well, I had a great time.
We flew to Montreal on Friday morning, arriving around 10 AM. The weather was perfect: clear skies and a slight chill in the air. This was just right for walking. Although, our backpacks did get rather weighty after a while. At least it wasn’t blazingly hot.
Hotel check in was not until 3 PM. So, we first headed for the tourist information center. There we purchased three day passes for the museums and the subway (aka – the Metro). The Metro lines were easy to figure out. The stops were announced in French. Not being French-speaking people, we got a chuckle out of the pronunciation of a few of the stops, especially “Pie IX,” which sounded like “peanuts” to us.
After being properly informed as tourists, we hopped on the Metro and went to the Botanical Gardens, which is next to the Olympic Park. It’s a beautiful place! It was a little early in the season for most outdoor flowers. The tulips were beautiful. There were several other flowers blooming in various sections of the outdoor gardens. The indoor gardens were very pretty. There were different greenhouses with different climates. We took a lot of flower photos inside.
The Insecterium at the Botanical Gardens was our next stop. Did you know that there are some insects that are so large they look like they could carry you away? There are some darn ugly bugs in the world! Most of the ones at the Insecterium were dead on display, thankfully. Just seeing them on display was enough to give you the creeps. The moths and butterflies were quite lovely. The beetles and the spiders were the nasty ones.
For dinner Friday night, we went to a Swiss restaurant. We started our meal with cheese fondue. Then we had filet mignon fondue with several dipping sauces. And for dessert… yes! chocolate fondue! Oh man! Soooo good!
On Saturday we went to the Fine Arts Museum. The Canadian arts section was especially interesting. There were several amazing walrus tusk carvings and other stone carvings. Many of the paintings captured the feel of Canada’s wilderness with it’s cold mountain and great northern expanses.
We explored Old Montreal on Saturday afternoon. We were able to find an outdoor cafe to eat lunch before we became overly cranky from walking and hunger. Then we had the best dessert (again). I don’t know if there is a name for this. We had balls of fried dough covered in honey and sprinkled with cinnamon with vanilla ice cream on top. Arissa added chocolate syrup to her’s and I had caramel. We were so stuffed! But I was tempted to eat another one. It was so good that I could probably keep eating it until I got sick all over myself… and not care!
We went to the Collective Soul concert at Metropolis Saturday night. They put on quite a show! Long too! They were much better than when we saw them in Asbury Park last month. The venue was much larger. The crowd in Montreal LOVED the band! After several songs, the applause went on so long and became so loud that the band couldn’t start the next song. All they could do was stand there and accept the crowd’s admiration. A few songs later and they crowd did again. This time they sang their approval. Collective Soul has not been on tour in several years. This kind of reception to their performance must have been so reassuring to them. One of the reasons for the length of time since their last album and tour is that the singer, Ed Roland, had been through a divorce and is now a single father. Since I can relate to that way of life and the struggles that it brings that when the crowd cheered with so much enthusiasm, I felt proud for Ed that he has found a way to get back to playing the music that he loves.
We didn’t have time for much on Sunday. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 2:55 PM. We did manage to tour the Montreal Biodrome though. The Biodrome is also near the Botanical Gardens at the Olympic Park. It consists of several sections representing different climates with live animals. The tour was very interesting. I wish we had more time to linger and watch for some of the more elusive birds. We got great photos of the penguins. That seemed to be the point of highest interest for most people. Everyone laughed as the penguins waddled along the rocks then plunged head first into the water. They look rather clumsy on land, but they are graceful in the water. I got a laugh out of a French-speaking couple sitting on the bench in front of me when one of the penguins, shall we say, “moved his bowels.” The woman rattled off something excitedly in French. Then she looked at her husband and blurted out, “He shit!” I laughed so hard to myself that I almost did!
Going through security at the Montreal airport, I was “selected” for a random search. I was surrounded by four security personnel, all speaking in French and pointing at me and my backpack. Now, it might be confusing when people are speaking a language which you don’t understand and they are speaking about you. But I have to say, it’s not very intimidating when it’s French. I mean, these were security people, responsible for protecting the public from international threats. Speak something tough sounding! Like German or Russian or some Slovak tongue. But then again, I doubt that they considered me much of a security threat as I stood there holding a box of Canadian Maple Cream cookies. I think the women just wanted to look through my luggage and take a peek at my undies!
The flight between Montreal and Newark took just over an hour. That was good as I really wasn’t feeling very well by Sunday afternoon. Arissa and I were both worn out by the time we sat in the plane. We both listened to music and napped on the way home.
I miss Montreal. It is definitely a place to keep on my list of places to visit. So they better keep the fondue fires burning and the security people ready. One day I’m going back!
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)