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Check out this tub/shower in Jerusalem’s 4 star Grand Court hotel. It only covers half of the opening. Huh? I found it virtually impossible to avoid a flooded floor after taking a shower. No matter how hard I tried to … Continue reading
It was late afternoon of an early fall day. I was walking through a local wildlife refuge called Heron Haven, located smack dab in the middle of Omaha suburbs. I was minding my own business, just enjoying the quiet and looking for photo opportunities. City noise was muffled in the background, still present but not in-your-face loud.
This little duck saw me before I heard it. The panic in his little quack startled me as he began making tracks to the middle of the lake. It was paddling for all it was worth, leaving a nice wake in the duck weed. Sorry, little fella, didn’t mean to ruin your day.
It was the only wildlife I saw that day.
Thought for the Day: Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature. Cicero (106 BC – 43 BC)
Forgotten Horse Feeder
Whenever I’m in a doctor’s office, hospital or other medical facility I kill time by looking at the large framed pictures in the hallways and waiting rooms. Before long, I find myself fantasizing about seeing one of my own photos with my name on fancy tag below.
Scottsbluff Nat’l Monument
Pine Ridge Spring
Saunders Health Services Foundation sponsored a photo contest this past summer, open to all amateur and professional photographers, hoping to find suitable photos to frame and hang on the bare walls of their new medical facility near Wahoo, NE. A maximum of five entries per person were allowed, with no restrictions on the subject matter. Up to fifty photos would be chosen.
Last weekend, the Foundation held a reception at the new facility to display the selected photos and announce the winners. Over 200 entries were submitted. All but six of the 50 selected photos were on display during the reception; the First, Second, Third and 3 Honorable Mentions were on easels covered with white sheets. Commemorative plaques and a check were awarded as the winners’ photos were unveiled. Four of the five photos I entered were selected and my “Forgotten Horse Feeder” was an Honorable Mention.
What a thrill for me! I just hope I don’t have to be a patient to see my work on the wall.
Thought for the Day: All you need in life is ignorance and confidence: then success is sure. Mark Twain
Every time I cross western Iowa on I-80, I see these majestic wind turbines spread across the countryside. I marvel at their simplicity: three blades rotating quietly in the wind, harvesting megawatts of power without consuming any natural resources.
The wind turbines (wind mills are so passe’) along I-80 seem to be multiplying like rabbits, yet they do not, in my opinion, clutter Iowa’s idyllic farmland. The wind farms I have seen on the west coast, where turbines are clustered closely together in row after row are eye sores, nothing subtle about them. Either there’s less wind in Iowa than the west coast, west coast land values dictate spacing, or Iowa has found a nice balance between progress and landowners’ concerns.
Nebraskans, on the other hand, have fought tooth and nail against wind turbines, claiming they reduce property values, are noisy, and hazardous to health. NIMBY (not in my backyard) is alive and well in Nebraska. Seriously? C’mon, people; fight the wind turbines on economic justification (it is very costly to build transmission lines necessary to bring wind power to the consumer), but not on aesthetics.
Thought for the Day: You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear. 16th century saying
RE: Veteran’s Day. This image reminds me of my first encounter with my 18 month old son when I returned from Viet Nam. He was four months old when I got drafted, six months old when I left for Viet Nam and 18 months old when I returned.
There were awkward moments at first; he was too young to remember me when I left and I was a total stranger to him when I returned. At some point, he got the message that I was here to stay.
Hats off and many thanks to the servicemen/women who have left their families behind to serve their country. The multiple Middle East deployments expected of current military families is beyond my comprehension. Thank you all for your dedicated service.
Thought for the Day: We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us. Winston Churchill
Learning the Routine
I attended my first cheer leading exhibition this past weekend; it was a dress rehearsal for my granddaughter’s cheer team before they enter the competition season. I didn’t know what to expect from a bunch of middle-school cheer leader wannabees.
I was impressed with their energy (middle- schoolers, duh), enthusiasm and teamwork. I have nothing to compare to, but all the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves. Who knows what goes on behind the scenes or during the stress of the competition season; cat fights come to mind. RrrrrRRRhhh!
That evening, I watched the 3-6 Huskers knock off the undefeated sixth-ranked Michigan State Spartans 39-38 with 17 seconds left. When the game clock read 0:00, the entire state became cheer leaders.
Thought for the Day: Without cheer leaders, it’s just a game. Anonymous
Dorothy Gets Her Reward
The family Halloween party always includes bobbing for apples. Typically, the older kids are the ones participating, but this year all of the younger ones gave it a try too, even the youngest, Ava.
Dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, she stuck her head in the water and tried to get an apple. Not understanding the concept of trapping the apple, she just stuck her head in the water a little deeper each time, relishing the applause.
After her third attempt with no apple, she reached in and grabbed her prize. Cheers and laughter filled the room.
Thought for the Day: Proof of our society’s decline is that Halloween has become a broad daylight event for many. Robert Kirby
Mural – Minneapolis
A mural painted on the side of a building, so what, no big deal. That’s what I was thinking as I strolled across an empty parking lot in downtown Minneapolis on Sunday morning.
The brightly-lit beer sign in the top floor middle window caught my eye. Hmm still lit … at this hour? Then I notice other beer signs. Several windows had beer signs in them. Oh wait, some of the windows aren’t real, they’re part of the mural. I get it, all real windows have beer signs, the rest are part of the mural. Hmm, interesting.
Still, no big deal.
Thought for the Day: Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Degas