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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 . . .

Saturday, November 5, 2011

With Fall Drop Pumpkins

   
    On occasion of summer going away and fall arriving, and -- any excuse to fly -- aviators will fire up their birds, load up a co-pilot and a few pumpkins, and toss them out the cockpit as they fly at one hundred feet above ground level to test their skill at hitting a target on the field. My first video, here I show footage of a Stearman taking off, approaching the target, and his or her bombardier clever at judging speed and distance, coming close to hitting the target with one of the pumpkins. The end of the video shows the Stearman landing, followed by Dave's Piper Cub.
     In the distance I spotted large flocks of Sandhill Cranes, the sight of which brought to mind a link David sent to us. For a visual treat, see the video by Sophie Windsor Clive, see her video at Vimeo of a remarkable flock of starlings. Thanks, David!

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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.
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