Gnome in Ankara

We visited Ataturk's mausoleum this afternoon.
 

Graduate Gnome

My medals and cords as seen from my point of view.

Pig Flew

Pig flew and landed on a 53 New Yorker.

Birdwatcher Gnome and Gnome

Gnomes birdwatched this evening.

The pansies under the pecan trees continue to thrive.

Bluejay on the new fence.

American Robin on the new fence bounced away as the bluejay approached.

Gnome Sees Patster

I took some supper to Patricia this evening. Still convalescing, she felt weak as she came out to the sun room to greet me. I informed her on the most recent inside WGA activities, and caught up on her granddaughter; then, I told her about Aunt Carmela's ninetieth birthday, which I will attend. Then HershMeister started the oven for me. I warmed their supper, washed a few dishes, then sat at Pat's feet. At one point she said, "Herschel, pass me that blanket. I feel cold." He rose, took the blanket, and as he covered her he said, "My girl feels chilled sometimes." I tucked her feet under the blanket he spread over her. HershMeister took over at that point, because I wanted to leave Pat to herself while she waited for her dinner. I gave her a hug, received a highly-cherished kiss from her, then left, saying on my way out that I might just drive off in HershMeister's '89 black Corvette.

Corvettes in the Parking Lot

The two Corvettes in the parking lot, parked far and by themselves, reminded me of bulls in a pasture.

Gnome Day

Mac took this photo of me while doing four Gs in his biplane. Glad to have a photograph to embellish my memory of such an outstanding experience.


On my way to class I have seen this pair either at my house or here, in this pond.


Friends Judy and Winnifred cover their faces when I bring my camera out of my bag.


I still own my T-bird -- and enjoying it very much, thank you -- and don't mind it at all that I cannot sell it. That's a Pilates plane in the background.

Candies for Season Ticket Holders

Facade of the Memorial Auditorium where the symphony plays every month.

The orchestra practiced with the Beatles band while we worked.


A little rest between notes.



This year, season ticket holders received a treat in the form of a candy bar. We taped them to the seats in the auditorium.

Population Scientist at Gnome's House

These are the links:
http://www.timesrecordnews.com/news/2008/apr/20/population-explosion/
http://www.timesrecordnews.com/news/2008/apr/23/growth-causing-trouble/

Photo by Neta, taken at a nearby restaurant.

"The writer made so much mention of my coming back: Doesn't anyone ever return to Wichita Falls?" These were the first words out of his mouth after he entered my house. Later in the evening, I found him wandering in the hallway looking forlorn and tired. He said, "They left without saying good bye."
"Who did?" I asked him.
"The Germans. They left without saying good bye."
I wondered about which Germans he meant, then realized he referred to Dr. Wiederman and her husband, and whom I happened to have glimpsed in the dining room as I walked by moments earlier; so, I lead Werner to them.

Dr. Wiederman pointed to the silk scarf she wore, as she walked out the door, subsequently, as she said good bye, and said she matched the living room which contains all sorts of oriental things--a collection brought together from my things, John's things, his mother's and my late David's--and indeed, I thought she looked striking, especially in that room, but I think she would look striking everywhere. Her husband seemed a fine fellow, and I was glad, like Werner, that they had not left without saying good bye. Charles had to leave early, so Karen took Werner to his hotel. I was saddened to see him go before I could visit with him more.

Hummingbirds

How nice to spot -- and photograph -- the first hummingbird I see this year.

Mallards on Gnome's Front Lawn

Gnome Pulls Four Gs

Mac invited me to fly in his biplane.

I enjoy this photo taken by my Mr. Mallory because it looks as if I am piloting Mac's biplane.

Waiting for Mac to board the biplane. I am buckled in and ready to roll -- if you pardon the pun.

I look as if I belong in the biplane!

Instrument panel in the cockpit of an acrobatic plane.

I look pretty perky, so I think Mr. Mallory took this photo before we pulled four Gs in acrobatics.

Mac teaches Mr. Mallory to use the film camera which he will use to film the acrobatic biplane in the air.

Note the serendipitous butterfly above the cockpit.

The biplane seems quick and its engine sounds smooth. We did a barrel roll, an aerelon and a loop before I felt a bit queasy; otherwise I would have stayed in the air doing acrobatics for as long as Mac wanted to fly that afternoon. At the same time, I had to return to town to read as part of the induction ceremony for Alpha Chi, and I did not want to look a bit green while I stood at the podium.

Kettled Gnome

I photographed these fantastical creatures outside my back door this week. The garden seemed eerily quiet as the smaller birds hunkered down to wait for the threatening figures circling above or resting in the Pecan tree to leave.



A group of vultures is called a venue; a venue circling overhead is called a kettle.

Gnome's Thursday Evening

Wild Bird Rescue held its first celebrity roast as a fundraiser -- a marked success with potential for more in years to come. Our MC, pictured below with Mr. Roastee, made us chuckle and laugh throughout the evening. I look forward to next year's fund raiser, and have started to wonder who will serve as our celebrity guest.

Wide-angled Gnome

I found collaboration from the hound when I looked for a photograph with the wide-angle lens.

New Patient at Wild Bird Rescue

Gnome Rustles Feathers

The gang in between feeder runs.

White-winged doves visit us daily.

A pair of quail live at Riverbend.

First time I have seen Cedar Waxwings here, but then, first time I look through a new pair of binoculars instead of my old smokey-lensed pair I found in the garage decades ago.

Below, the dachs has his thoughts on the bird chase of the day.

Life on the Gnome

I made my way across the street after looking at the T3 owned by Guy with Beard.

Fluff has been around for while helping me pick up pecans. I noticed this morning she has found a mate; the two of them have been cavorting along the fence and in the courtyard. As they say, he found himself a good catch, for she lives in a nice tree, protected all around by fencing, and has a bowl of water nearby. Entertainment is provided by the spaniel's constant attempts to climb the fence.

Upon leaving the building, John scampered down ahead of me, as he often does, frisky fellow; I asked him to look up for me.

Yesterday I spotted the elusive Petunia the Skunk skulking among the petunias. After all these years, I discovered that Petunia is really a male, so I've renamed him Petunio.

I've kept my nose in books lately. Victorian Period with Dr. Ponytail and History of the English Language with Dr. Hair have delighted me these past few weeks. I've managed, though, to squeeze in a bit of photography. I'm delighted with the new Nikons D3 and D300 which I use alternately.

Libro de Arena

Teresa ha escrito:

Hoy he recibido este correo, quizá explique algunas cosas... y aunque al ponerlo aquí me esté saltando su principal mensaje... ahí va:

"Usted tiene el hábito de juntar objetos inútiles en este momento, creyendo que un día (no sabe cuando) podrá precisar de ellos.

Usted tiene el hábito de juntar dinero sólo para no gastarlo, pues piensa en el futuro podrá hacer falta.

Usted tiene hábito de guardar ropa, zapatos, muebles, utensilios domésticos y otras cosas del hogar que ya no usa hace bastante tiempo.

..Y dentro suyo?...Usted tiene el hábito de guardar broncas, resentimientos, tristezas, miedos, etc.

No haga eso. Es anti-prosperidad.

Es preciso crear un espacio, un vacío, para que las cosas nuevas lleguen a su vida.

Es preciso eliminar lo que es inútil en usted y en su vida, para que la prosperidad venga.

Es la fuerza de ese vacío que absorberá y atraerá todo lo que usted desea.

Mientras usted está material o emocionalmente cargando cosas viejas e inútiles, no habrá espacio abierto para nuevas oportunidades.

Los bienes precisan circular. Limpie los cajones, los armarios, el cuarto del fondo, el garaje.

Dé lo que usted no usa más.

La actitud de guardar un montón de cosas inútiles amarra su vida.

No son los objetos guardados que estancan su vida, sino el significado de la actitud de guardar.

Cuando se guarda, se considera la posibilidad de falta, de carencia.

Es creer que mañana podrá faltar, y usted no tendrá medios de proveer sus necesidades.

Con esa postura, usted está enviando dos mensajes para su cerebro y para su vida:

1º... usted no confía en el mañana

2º... usted cree que lo nuevo y lo mejor NO son para usted, ya que se alegra con guardar cosas viejas e inútiles.

Deshágase de lo que perdió el color y el brillo y deje entrar lo nuevo en su casa... y dentro de si mismo...

Amigos queridos, después de leer esto, no lo guarden".

http://www.librodearena.com/materiaoscura/post/2008/02/23/el-principio-del-vacio-

New Yorker Gnome

I have long made staying at the Algonquin one of the highlights of my visits to Manhattan. Last week, Galway Kinnell's visit with Lee Quinn embellished my experience. Among many clever things, he said that "to tell the truth, I was getting sick of rhymes and meter, just plain sick of it, and I quit writing rhyme and meter forever." He is a memorizer and recited Yeats' Innisfree poem; later he recited Dylan Thomas' work. To answer another of Lee's questions he said he was influenced by Edgar Allan Poe, and that he felt, as a young man, that no one had written poetry after Poe. Then, and this one went over most people's heads, that he "fell upon Emily Dickinson with great joy." Upon saying that, he looked out into the audience with a grin, a mischevious grin that prompted people to laugh. He told about the time he was asked to teach a year of Walt Whitman's work. The book they sent him lay "around the house for a while and then picked it up and read it and realized why he [Whitman] was so unpopular. His poems were awful." But the sixteenth poem he read was beautiful." He added that "Whitman is appealing because of the music in his poetry" and "Whitman had shown himself to be an adventurer close to Dickinson" an observation that echoes remarks I've heard my dear professor of poetry say during lecture. Lee asked him if there was a poet he considered risky. I do not know what she meant by "risky," but Kinnell thought for a moment and began to say Dylan Thomas, but folks in the audience had to remind him of the name. He said Thomas's work was so beautiful that he read him only once per week to give himself time to forget his style. Hold on and don't follow someone else's music, he implied. It was at this point that he began to recite one of Dylan's poems. Afterwards, he said he "felt thrilled when one of my students wrote a great poem . . . and properly morose when they did not." What is something to tell an emerging poet asked Lee: Keep your senses alert; maintain sense power and facilities, the alertness that you were born with.