This is my nephew, Jesse, whose birthday is Sunday....He is my only living relative, and, unfortunately for me, now lives a country away from 'home'.....As a child, he thought someday he might fly.....
A locally-built replica of a sleek wooden ship, the Ardelle...She is called a 'pinky' schooner as she is pointed at both ends, also known as a double-ender, helping to make her extremely seaworthy....This type of ship was used for fishing in the 1800-early 1900's....The Ardelle is docked in the inner harbor of Gloucester...She is a teaching boat, taking groups of young and old out for sails along Cape Ann's coast..
She stood by the rose-covered chain-link fence at dusk. traces of many tears on her ruddy face. She felt so empty. Why did he go? She had all the essentials that had made her such a good catch: she had learned many tasty recipes from her mom and she could operate farm machinery; what more could he have wanted? But, he left anyway, seeking more than this hard farm life with a sullen woman for his wife. It was all his fault. He had ruined everything. She was alone, and he could never be forgiven for that.
I usually allow the squirrels to eat the bird food (like I can control them!). I could tell this one was a mom, and I watched her stuff it in for the longest while. I love how bold they become and acclimated to the presence of humans and cameras close by. I call her and all her kin Squirrely Monsters because they knock the feeder down and chase the birds away.
Never payed much attention to mushrooms, but after I went on a Mushroom Walk in nearby woods that a local conservation group facilitated, I now find them, well, if not fascinating, well....very interesting.
I found this big white 'sculpture' under a tree in an old cemetery. It may be a brain mushroom.
The varied fungi below were collected by 'experts' on the walk.
And this is a 'cauliflour' 'shroom.
There was talk of cooking some of these finds, but I wasn't doing any of that talking!
Two beautiful wooden schooners under sail in Gloucester harbor - the white one is the Ardelle, the green one, the Thomas Lannon. These historic replicas take visitors out on various types of cruises - music, sunset, clam bakes, etc.
the old church a shelter for the storm - the butterflies huddled together they find safety in their numbers I like to try new things, so here's my Tan Renga effort, using the first 3 lines given. I think that the lack of success of some memes is because many bloggers are connected to so many other blogs that they are in a rush to post and comment, and then get on with the requirements of day-to-day life. As you may have noticed, the quick 'post a photo' blogs get tons of posts! I try to pick and chose when linking, and also try to take advantage of learning opportunities - but I also have very few other commitments. I appreciate all of Chevrefeuille's efforts at teaching us new ideas. linked to Tan Renga on Monday
Cormorant here is drying its wings....they seem to do this after every dive....Why? Their feathers are just going to get wet again! No, seriously, they do this for thermoregulation and for preening....They are coastal birds, diving from the water's surface...This streamlined dive nets favorite meals of fish and eels.....Some cormorants have been gauged diving up to 1/4 mile deep...When bobbing or swimming on the sea, only their head and neck are visible, a rather comical vision.....
Joe had just spent his last dollar on a bag of what he had hoped would be good dope. However, it was not. The powder had cooked up in his spoon to a gelatinous substance. Totally uninjectable, or he would have tried anyway. "Goddamn" he cried, "corn starch! I've been beat!"
Joe had previously been clean for 3 years, but it only took one hit to bring him back to his previous level of tolerance. The pressure was so great to stop the withdrawal sickness, that he contemplated crimes. The depths of his depression would send him over the edge if he did not cop soon. And his life was in peril if he did not stop soon. Suicide or rehab, home invasion or detox...He chose life.