Palm Tree Trunk
I’m not color blind by any means, but I wouldn’t say I’m a color expert either … just a guy with an average “color IQ”. So, I was surprised to find a full palette of colors in this palm tree.
I found this average-looking palm tree on the grounds of a Florida condominium. Nothing special about it, really, the color (shades of brown and yellow on the trunk) and shape were just like every other palm tree in the area. I was attracted to it by the way the branches split off from the trunk, overlapping each other.
From about 8′ away, I filled the frame with this shot, concentrating on the intersection of the branches and trunk. I didn’t notice the colors until the image was downloaded to my computer screen. I added a little contrast, but nothing else. This is Mother Nature’s artwork, not mine.
Thought for the Day: Stay alert — you can observe a lot by watching. Yogi Berra
Tracking time is so precise these days, everything synchronized to nanoseconds, that I fear we are losing the feeling for time. Ask a young person what time it is and you get an answer like 11:14. Fine, but why so precise? What’s wrong with quarter past? If you want to meet them at “half-past”, you’d better say 11:29; broad terms like “quarter ’til” and “ten after” only have meaning to “clock generations”. There seems to be no feel for the passing of time.
The digital era has brought precision, but destroyed the visual aspect of time. There is no feeling associated with wasting time if you can’t see it, like watching sand fall through an hour glass or the monotonous circling of a clock’s second hand. The big round school clocks dared you to see the hands move (A watched pot never boils), but the hands moved at their own pace regardless of your anxiety, action or inaction. Time marches on.
Ironically, present-day lives are so busy that daily activities are packed neatly into modules of time, allowing movement from one module to the next, like programmed robots, without the need for clocks. We are busier with more ways to spend time each day, yet there are no clocks to show us that time is passing … only digital readouts that tell us what time it IS. Where has the time gone?
Thought for the Day: Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend. Theophrastus (372 BC – 287 BC)
I’m tired of winter, awfully tired of it, damn tired. It’s been a light winter for snowfall, only used the snow blower once so far, but the cold snaps have been long and numerous. Not even a January “thaw” this year, the winter just keeps going on and on and on.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t wearing several layers of clothing. With a forecast of yet another week of single-digit highs, I don’t see myself in flip-flops and shorts any time soon.
Looking at summer pictures provides some relief from the winter blahs … keeps my mind off digging out my shotgun and looking for weather-forecasting varmints. Damn groundhog.
Thought for the Day: Winter is Nature’s way of saying “up yours”. Anonymous
First Swimming Lesson
When I heard my one-year old granddaughter was taking swimming lessons, I was a little skeptical. Lots of negative thoughts flashed through my mind.
First, you know, the baby’s diaper, is it waterproof and sealed really tight? Today’s plastic throw-away diapers are very lightweight and efficient absorbers (except for blowouts), so I guess its okay. Second, its winter, nobody goes swimming in the winter, won’t she catch pneumonia? Oh yeah, the pools are indoors and the water is heated, no worries there. Finally, those wiggly infants should come with a tag “Slippery When Wet”, what if Mom loses her grip? Okay (sigh), these buoyant little cherubs wouldn’t sink if they wanted to.
After reasoning through my initial fears, I became more accepting of the idea, but one thing still bothered me. She can’t even talk, so how does she scream, “HELP! I’m drowning”?
Thought for the Day: It’s only when the tide goes out that you discover who’s been swimming naked. Warren Buffett
Loess Hills at Dusk
The Loess Hills of western Iowa don’t look like anything special from the air. But a light dusting of snow and twilight provides a magical image.
I imagine it would seem much darker on the ground because the sun has fallen way below the horizon, but from this elevated vantage point there is plenty of reflected twilight off the snow. From this height, the ground looks flat, but the heavy dark lines of the terraces provide some depth to the image as well as contrast.
I have never seen the Loess Hills from the air look so beautiful.
Thought for the Day: Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
The definition of “ocean” is: “a large body of water”, and it has many parallels with the human body. A living thing, the ocean has a pulse; the tide comes in, the tide goes out, in a never-ending cycle that provides energy for the rest of its bodily functions.
This large body will evacuate its bowels on a regular basis, depositing its waste at high tide. Even during wide emotional swings from serenity to turbulence, the pulsating tide continues to cough up what it doesn’t need.
Walking the beach at low tide brings an entirely new landscape of items left behind by the ocean’s pulse, like the canvas has been wiped clean during high tide and replaced with new scene. Most of the elements are God’s creation, the natural waste from a large body, shells, plant life, rocks and sand. But, often times the body has to vomit the things that make it sick.
Thought for the Day: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. American Idiom
Sanibel Island, Florida is known for its sea shells. By some accounts, Sanibel has the best beaches in the Western Hemisphere for collecting sea shells, second in the world only to a beach in Thailand.
At any given time on the beach, rain or shine, you can see more people stooped over picking up shells than people walking, fishing, sunning or throwing frisbees combined. The locals call it the “Sanibel Stoop”.
These two ladies got so engrossed in “shelling” that they arrived in the same spot without even noticing each other.
Thought for the Day: At the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot