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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 . . .

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Mushroom Circle

At MushroomExpert.com, read about the circle of growth of mushrooms. 








Saturday, June 14, 2014

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Sunset Turbo Arrow

Enjoyable evening making aerials of H.-P.'s Turbo Arrow. 
Claudia came along and used her iPhone to make videos of H.-P.'s break-aways. 






















Monday, June 9, 2014

Arcus

      A roll cloud loomed above me this morning. Moving eastward, I managed to drive ahead of it, barely, driving at the posted speed limit of 70 MPH.  After finding a safe place to park, I had very little time to snap a couple more photos of it before it passed over me.




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.