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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Gnome's Thursday Evening

Wild Bird Rescue held its first celebrity roast as a fundraiser -- a marked success with potential for more in years to come. Our MC, pictured below with Mr. Roastee, made us chuckle and laugh throughout the evening. I look forward to next year's fund raiser, and have started to wonder who will serve as our celebrity guest.

Wide-angled Gnome

I found collaboration from the hound when I looked for a photograph with the wide-angle lens.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Gnome Rustles Feathers

The gang in between feeder runs.

White-winged doves visit us daily.

A pair of quail live at Riverbend.

First time I have seen Cedar Waxwings here, but then, first time I look through a new pair of binoculars instead of my old smokey-lensed pair I found in the garage decades ago.

Below, the dachs has his thoughts on the bird chase of the day.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Life on the Gnome


I made my way across the street after looking at the T3 owned by Guy with Beard.

Fluff has been around for while helping me pick up pecans. I noticed this morning she has found a mate; the two of them have been cavorting along the fence and in the courtyard. As they say, he found himself a good catch, for she lives in a nice tree, protected all around by fencing, and has a bowl of water nearby. Entertainment is provided by the spaniel's constant attempts to climb the fence.

Upon leaving the building, John scampered down ahead of me, as he often does, frisky fellow; I asked him to look up for me.

Yesterday I spotted the elusive Petunia the Skunk skulking among the petunias. After all these years, I discovered that Petunia is really a male, so I've renamed him Petunio.

I've kept my nose in books lately. Victorian Period with Dr. Ponytail and History of the English Language with Dr. Hair have delighted me these past few weeks. I've managed, though, to squeeze in a bit of photography. I'm delighted with the new Nikons D3 and D300 which I use alternately.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

Give Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.