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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, December 3, 2011

To Fly During a Break in the Rain

    Rain. The sweet, sweet, cherished sound upon my roof, and then, looking outside into the garden, the droplets of rain glistening in the sun! An angel is celebrating a birthday, a friend used to say. Hodge, my dog, climbed up on the top of the sofa, and along with Coco and me, watched it rain.
    It was after lunch and a couple of rain showers that the sky lifted. "Gotta go," said MyMrMallory. To fly, he meant, for no other reason could exist when the clouds lift and the rain stops.

Aircraft ready to go.


Focussing on the task at hand; actually, when flying an airplane one focusses on several tasks at hand.

The clouds and the sun, with a bit of rain in the distance. What a view!

Turning to base.

On base turning to final for runway one-seven.


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JMHawley Gave 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.