Published in: on April 30, 2011 at 4:13 pm  Comments (2)  

Happy Birthday, Trudy!

From last month's huge wind storm

Oh, god! I can’t find my birth certificate! That is just plain UN-American! I suppose Donald Trump will be after my poor ass now.
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Remember the movie The Day After Tomorrow which most scientists poo-pooed as being improbable or highly unlikely? The flick is about the sudden oncoming of a new ice age caused by global warming. If you remember the show, do you remember about all the horrible storms breaking out in places where that type of weather was rare or unheard of. Although tornadoes are not unheard of in the hills of East Tennessee, up until just a few years ago there were very few reported or confirmed, less than one small one each year and probably less than one each five years. Most that we did have caused minor damage; usually a roof blown off a barn and a few trees downed. Last night in my area, at least nine people lost their lives to strong storms and reported tornadoes and more than 200 died over the rest of the southern states. We’ve had tornadoes reported and confirmed for many of the past 10 years, and this year has been even more exceptional. To add to the damage, we’ve endured many shearing, downdraft winds where cyclone force winds fall straight down from a thunderstorm and then shear along the ground, uprooting trees, crashing homes and other buildings, and causing huge damage. JJ and I witnessed one such downdraft about 10 years ago, albeit a small one. There was a violent thunderstorm around our house, and he and I were on the back porch watching the backyard flood. At the end of the porch and hanging from the rails, Carolyn had three long terracotta planters full of pansies and petunias. Suddenly they went straight up into the air about 10′ (3m) and then slammed into the driveway beside the house. The planters had to weigh at least 20 pounds (9kg) each when dry and even more soaked with water. Both of us figured it was time for us to go inside for awhile as the gust brought horizontal rain to us and nearly knocked us down. The movie may have been wrong in the time elapsed for the new ice age, but I can surely see something is going badly with our present weather patterns. You youngsters (anyone under 55 years of age) better get used to it; it will most likely get much worse over your lifetime.
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Have a dry and calm Thursday!

Published in: on April 28, 2011 at 11:51 am  Comments (9)  
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Wednesday without a theme

Glenwood Union Church cemetery

Mid-week dull. Carolyn is at hairdresser, JJ is off mowing yards, and I sit alone. Being alone when I want to be alone is near Nirvana for me.
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One of the places that let Carolyn go because of economic woes is wanting her back. The people they contracted to do the work did not pan out so here they come sidling, asking if she will consider coming back on a new contract. She is thinking it over, the place is in Elizabethton and mostly an annoyance to get to, but if they are willing to pay enough, I hope she will take it.
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I’ve read a few books in the past weeks; I finally finished Executive Orders by Tom Clancy. The e-book version is 1179 pages long and that translates into many thousands of page turns on the Droid which only displays a paragraph or two at a time. Gotta get a Nook! I also read Do Androids Dream About Electric Sheep by Phillip K. Dick. The excellent movie Blade Runner is based on the book, but the differences in book and movie are surprisingly many and wide; I like them both. I am now reading The Pelican Brief by John Grisham, a political thriller. If anyone wants my take on any of these tomes, I will gladly let you know what I think of them.
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I did a few critiques on Megashot this morning; Maggie seems to be about the only one really doing them right now. Cyrus is tied up in the design and production of Megashot version 2, so he doesn’t have as much time for them as he once did. I am not very good at doing them, and it takes quite a bit of time to look at a photo, download it and try to make it better in software, upload it and make a comment as to what I did, why I did it, and how I did it and then most of the time they say they like the original better, even if it is bad sucky. Oh, the perils of an art critic!
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The photo is from the little church cemetery in the community where I was raised. My parents and some of my grandparents are buried there.
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Have a wonderful mid-week crisis, my friends.

Published in: on April 27, 2011 at 12:19 pm  Comments (4)  
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Tuesday thoughts

Picnicking on raccoon

Notes on Sunday’s photo outing: Sunday was my first time being away from the house in more than a month. I am still getting used to the crutches, but I don’t expect to be hiking the Appalachian Trail. Dogwood trees are in full bloom and much better than the paltry offering of last year. Still plenty of pollen in the air. I saw one hay field that had been mown; this is a task that is usually performed in late May or early June. Spring weather conditions have been good for farming. As we were driving, we saw a black snake having an argument with a mocking bird; the bird seemed to be getting his point across because the long reptile was trying to slither away from him all the while being determinedly pecked. We were in traffic so I could not get a shot of the action happening in someone’s front yard.
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Carolyn has radishes coming out of the wading pool dirt; she is pissed because she has to thin them. She says it is a waste, but it is necessary to get proper growth from the survivors.
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We had another power outage last evening, lasting about an hour. It was pretty well city wide because Carolyn could not clean any of her buildings, even in North JC. The American infrastructure continues to crumble.
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My eyes are still screwed up; I hope you will forgive the poorer than usual writing and photos.
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Have a Tuesday!

Published in: on April 26, 2011 at 11:55 am  Comments (6)  
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Enhanced

Female robin gathering nest material; I was plumb tickled to get this shot

American males! Boost the economy by purchasing a few men’s magazines, thumb through to the ad section, and order at least one of each penis enhancement product you see advertised. I prefer the balms and lotions myself because I can see and feel that I am getting bigger as I apply and massage them into my pores. Some of the pumps are ok if I don’t overdo them, but the pills never seem to help.
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Saturday was mostly a day in limbo as we awaited the satellite people to come out and do their equipment changes. Of course if was nearly 5:00pm when he got here. Yesterday I rode with Carolyn to Fall Branch to clean the little building. and from there we rode through the countryside looking for photo ops, which were few and far between. Every shot I made was from inside the car; the crutches ate too cumbersome for climbing in and out of the doors. I caught a buzzard picnicking along the roadside; he was having flattened raccoon and allowed us to get close enough for a half-way decent shot. We stopped in Jonesborough and got a soft-serve ice cream cone; it was pretty good on a very warm afternoon. Our last stop was the cemetery in the community where I grew up; it is so peaceful there with many kinds of birds loitering about doing their bird thing. The photo was made while there. Most of my shots turned out crappy; I had my white balance set for “cloudy” when there was hardly a cloud in the sky. However, my software took care of that problem. Another thing was shooting while sitting inside the car with it’s engine running; there is always some vibration seeping through the seat, down my arms, and into the camera. Another problem was eye allergies, everything looked blurry anyway. Even with all that, I was able to salvage some pics for the blog. When we got home, Carolyn had to rush into the house to the bathroom, leaving me sitting in the car crutchless. Then she forgot all about poor little me as she gossiped on the phone so I finally had to work myself out of the car, scoot my butt along the side to the back door, and from there stand on one leg with three pounds of camera and lenses hanging around my neck while I fought the sticks out of the back seat. As I finally struggled to the front door, she came out looking for me and admitted she forgot about me. Such is nearly 47 years of marriage.
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Have a Great Worshday, my friends!

Published in: on April 25, 2011 at 10:40 am  Comments (6)  
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