Time Machine
Still there, a dusty case beneath his vintage Ford bench seat. The hiss and sibilance of old cassette tapes instantly transporting me to the lake… fishing with Grandpa.
Time Machine
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Galloping Gossip Bitties
Galloping Gossip Bitties
“Neigh!” Annie brayed, “Look at Black Nellie over there.”
“Thinks she’s all the neigh strutting her hind quarters like some little philly.” Cinnamon replied.
“I heard she couldn’t hold her road apples at the fair last week.”
“I know, dropped them right there with the kiddies looking on, how embarrassing! N-n-n-neigh!“
“Shhh, shhh, hold your neighs girl, she’s trotting our way!”
“Neigh.” the two ponies greeted Nellie with pinched mouths.
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A Miners Lament
Weeks working long hours in the remote oil sands had taken their toll but today the company-sponsored busses rolled into the Saloon of this makeshift northern town.
The jamboree would run non-stop for the next five days, it was time to cut loose. The booze would flow and the comfort girls, drawn to payday money, would be primed and ready for the carousing to begin.
Billy hated himself watching the stranger, her curves rocking in his lap. Back east, his Annie was waiting for his return.
Continue readingThe Biology of Things
The Biology of Things
My attention had shifted to Helena, hijacked by the pheromones (or perfume) wafting on the air currents in the auditorium.
Professor Carmichael was droning on about Lepidoptera and the infinite mutations that made something as simple as a Madagascan Sunset moth possible.
My attentions were more carnal. Although genetics were not top of mind, all that mattered were the variations that made such a beautiful creature possible.
Continue readingBreaking Free
Breaking Free
“What a year!” Emma hadn’t been this happy since her teens.
Yes, she’d raised two wonderful children that she wouldn’t trade for anything. Still, an ache inside, she didn’t belong here. Her spirit longed to escape its cage and soar.
Finding Celine had set her free.
Budda Boom, Budda Bing
Swirlies
Just chilling with the family today. We’ve been laughing and carrying on most of the day. My six-year-old has just learned about swirlies. He was being silly, saying he would put Mommy’s head in the toilet and I may have explained that if he flushed, he would be giving Mom a swirly. Now, with uncontrollable giggles, the little bugger keeps threatening my wife and me with a trip to the sewers.
A Real Cracker
I swear this part is not a recipe post although the Spaghetti Pomodoro from The Floured Kitchen looks delicious. My hunger has caused me to digress so let me bring it back on point.
In our travels earlier today, we saw a sign with this cracker of a joke out front of our local East Side Mario’s restaurant. Being an Italian-American themed restaurant with New York City as its design motif, put on your best NY accent and have a go at what the sign read…
Q: What do you call a fake noodle?
A: An impasta!!!
Budda boom, budda bing…
Photo Credit: Bek at The Floured Kitchen
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No Sanctuary
Kneeling in the front pew,
alone, paralyzed.
I want to run.
He’ll return,
in mitre and full vestments.
The crack of the staff,
Rings through the sanctuary.
Ashamed, I will obey.
As Local As It Gets
As Local As It Gets
With summer has come a lot more time outside and less spent on the computer blogging or organizing and editing my photo archive. I am certain as the seasons turn I will return to the screen again to find a treasure trove of great content posted by all of those I follow. Until then I will be in the garden, at the diamonds, fields, and swimming pools watching the kids, or riding my bike around town and along the riverside trails. I will drop the occasional post when the mood strikes (like today) and both my photo series Backyard Beautiful and Queens of the Diamond will continue to update.
When you live in the Great White North summer is fleeting and the growing season too short to maintain a year-round garden. Most of the fresh food we consume comes from far-off places like California, Mexico, and South America. Of course, the war in Russia and government pandemic spending practices have sent fuel prices sky high and driven inflation upwards at a pace not seen in decades. The cost of food has not been immune to these upward pressures and is becoming unaffordable for many around the world.
Continue readingThe Scapegoat
The Scapegoat
It didn’t matter if this tinpot dictatorship trampled on the rights of its citizens or those sharing a border. He was the President’s guest, and as such smiled while flippant comments about war crimes and human rights violations flew around the table.
Back home, blame for the Ambassador’s cozy relationship fell squarely on the Prime Minister. Like a good civil servant, he tendered his resignation to conceal the government’s secret support for the regime.
Continue readingEnd of the Roll
Back in the day, Bushboy’s Last on the Card challenge may have been called Last on the Roll. Film cameras and the silver halide strips we put in them are pretty much relics from a bygone era. I have a huge collection of both negative and positive (aka slide) film packed away along with two Minolta and one Pentax cameras. The task of converting the volume of film into digital files will be monumental should I ever get around to it.
Today we take pictures from our phones, by the hundreds. All of today’s camera systems take images using a charge-coupled device (CCD). Believe it or not, this terrific device led to Eastman-Kodak’s Steve Sasson inventing the first digital camera in the early 1970s. The images were stored on magnetic cassette and would be available to view on any television screen. When he presented the technology to the company they were less than impressed. Sasson discussed management’s reaction to the invention in a New York Times interview years later:
“They were convinced that no one would ever want to look at their pictures on a television set. Print had been with us for over 100 years, no one was complaining about prints, they were very inexpensive, and so why would anyone want to look at their picture on a television set?”
Kodak was the dominant U.S. photography brand and they didn’t want to cannibalize their own film business. A shortsighted decision that prevented them from filing patents and when they did make the switch to digital eighteen years later it was too little, too late.
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