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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 . . .

Monday, August 12, 2013

Beautiful Storms that Covered the Perseids

       MyMrMallory and I headed out into the wheat field from which, we thought, we could glimpse some of the Perseids. Thunderstorms popping up in the early evening surprised us, but we felt that eventually, the sky would clear and the meteors would show in all their impressive beauty. The rain goddess had other things in mind: We got drenched. First, after a couple of hours of enjoying the view of the thunderstorms all around us, when one loud, ear-breaking crack of lightning nearly sent us off our little lawn chairs. Soon, the rain began in buckets. No meteor shower for us last night, nor sunset, nor photos of the crescent Moon near Venus. Instead, we were treated to other remarkable displays by nature. 
Sunset upon our arrival to the middle of the wheat field. 

A small shaft of rain appeared in the distance while we unpacked chairs and cameras. 

The small rain became a sight to see!

We started noticing other shafts of rain . . . 

. . . to the east . . .

 . . . to the north and the storm that drenched us in the field and all the way home. 
A pleasant and impressive surprise!

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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.