"Ain't got time to take a fast train..."

So...

A couple of weeks ago, a screaming loud F-18 flew over our house at dinner time.  I promise, I thought we were under attack.  Oh...we get a lot of crazy sounding planes flying over since we're on the flight path to Lunken Airport, but the intensity of this jet - and the obvious speed - was a little disquieting.  (Some nights it sounds like we are under attack from the Luftwaffe...)

Since I knew where he was headed, I asked Pappy if we could visit Lunken the next morning to try and catch a glimpse.  And only a glimpse it was.

This is zoomed waaaay in..through the chain-link fence.  We were hoping to hang around to see him take off but that didn't happen (sadly).  I deserved to witness that considering he scared the crap out of me at supper the night before.

While we were there, I took this artsy-fartsy photo of another jet....sitting a little closer.

"Leaving On A Jet Plane"

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn, the taxi's waiting He's blowing his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down, so many times I've played around,
I tell you now they don't mean a thing.
Every place I go I'll think of you, every song I sing I'll sing for you,
when I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come when I won't have to leave alone,
about the times I won't have to say:
kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go. 

 

- John Denver

 

 

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“Don’t waste time waiting for inspiration. Begin, and inspiration will find you.”

Well...

I finally went out of the house...and took 9 photos!  Yay!  Here is one of them.

"Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here..."

So...

It's a freaking monsoon here tonight.  Hurricane Patricia has decided to make a visit for a day or two.  I decided to post some pretty sunrise photos to brighten up the place.

Cheers!

(The water tower isn't crooked...my head is.)

“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting.” ~Buddha

So...

I was going through my photos and I found a few that I hadn't posted yet.  Either I forgot about them, overlooked them or I am just that lazy.  I'm going with door number three.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a routine doctor's appointment and you know when you first get called back they "force" you to step on a scale.  I used to close my eyes and tell the nurse not to let me see.  I've overcome that now...maybe.  Before I ever stand on it I always sit my purse/camera bag on the scale.  10-1/2lbs these days.  Ouchie.  Chuck is FAT.  Well...since my last appointment I seem to have added to my winter insulation - except it was still September!!  Needless to say, the doctor "gave me the business".  He wants me to go to fat camp.  That's cool...I can do that...as soon as I start working a little bit of a regular schedule.  These 70 hour + weeks are killing me.  Pappy decided we ALL should be cutting back a little anyway, so he's going to go with me to my first appointment.  Now I just need to schedule it...

Pappy and I have even started being good at the restaurants.  And so it begins...

I didn't resort to eating the parsley...yet.

I wanted to add this photo...just for Pappy.  See?  It must be you.  When Mara and I go there, we get to sit in the front row...

I have a strange habit of taking photos of the lights in Frisch's.  I have no idea why.  Weird.

This one was completely by accident.  I was trying to wrestle Chuck back into my purse and apparently he was putting up a pretty good fight.  Cool pic, though.

And of course we have the requisite "Frischy" photo...

For some reason I had Chuck set at 3 steps down...makes for a couple of really creepy (and cool) shots.

"All our knowledge has it origins in our perceptions."

~Leonardo da Vinci 

 

Holy. Crap.

“The man who fears to be alone will never be anything but lonely..." ~Thomas Merton

So...

Imma gonna just put this here....

I have basically moved into my workplace.  Since October 1st (today is the 25th), I have been working a ridiculous amount of hours.  If I was scheduled for a normal 40hr work week, this would add up to a total of 152hrs.  In that same time frame, I have actually worked 260.75hrs.  That's one hundred and eight hours of overtime - in less than a month.  This isn't counting the fact I have been working 7 days a week for a couple of months (again). 

Oh...I'm not complaining.  I am just really, really, REALLY tired.  And maybe a little crabby - but mainly tired.

And, since I have been practically living in my little 8'x12' cell and my whole waking life has been pared down to this 12 square foot space where I sit, I haven't been out of the house to take any photos.  I mean none.  Nada.  I took this last night while I was all kicked back enjoying a movie - uh, I mean working my fingers to the bone.  I was bemoaning the fact that I see maybe 5 people total - and that's on a busy day.  Last night, I saw 2. 

I am a social butterfly.

Well...hermit.

'No Man is an Island'

No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; 
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe 
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as 
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine 
own were; any man's death diminishes me, 
because I am involved in mankind. 
And therefore never send to know for whom 
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. 

MEDITATION XVII
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
John Donne 

Happy 200th post!!

Perfect quote - from the master - to describe what I am attempting to capture every time I pick up my camera...

 

"To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.

 

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

 

In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject. The little, human detail can become a Leitmotiv."

 

~Henri Cartier-Bresson