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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 . . .

Friday, October 7, 2011

Finally, Camera in Hand, Clubs Put Away

      I volunteered to take pictures during the Women's Tournament and wound up substituting for a player, adding to my load at the golf club (and to my body, ouch). The third day, though, I did not have to play, so I spent some time driving around taking pictures and observing nature. I spotted a few Mallard Ducks and a Widgeon, several Robins, a load of goldfinches, and a couple of mockingbirds. I thought I saw a Red-tailed Hawk. In terms of birdwatching, I expected to see more, but the drought has changed the patterns. I saw several species of the smaller wild flowers that no doubt thrive under the golf course's sprinkler systems. It was beautiful out there.

The top contenders hard at work at play. 

The crew watered by hand all the greens all summer long. The added TLC shows. 

I especially appreciate the added TLC to the grand trees.

The Mesquite Plant hasn't noticed we are suffering through a drought, hardy fellow!

Many Mistletoe plants have withered and dried up while the Mesquite continues to grow seed pods.


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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.