I spent the week following the news accounts of the attacks in India and wondered, after the 9/11 attacks in New York and Virginia, how many US officials resigned due to their lack of knowlege of, and their inability to stop the attacks. At least ten times as many people were killed in America than in India and I can’t remember that any public official resigned.
Please don’t eat me!
Back in Florida, land of sunshine, oranges, fish, and humidity. These poor guys were hungry and now they are going make someone’s dinner. Sheepshead are very difficult to clean though and I don’t consider them all that good to eat, although the person who wrote the Wikipedia entry would disagree with me.
Florida is about the same. It looks like the same eclectic collection of humanity still lives here and enjoys the weather and the life style. I agree that 72 is better that 32 so the break from the just beginning winter is nice.
I have many poems about Florida and fishing from when I lived here but I just found this and thought it was a good idea:
Flying over America on the 4th of July
For two thousand miles
I watched the red glare
of rockets like flowers
on the earth below
flashing white
then clusters of green,
and blue and red,
mushrooms and candles and saucers
lining the Piedmont
bringing new attention to
anonymous towns and cities
below.
Among the sleepers
amid the readers,
the sky was liquid and
fadeing from gray to black
with swatches of gold.
The real power came in flashes
of hot white and red and blue
as lightning storms lined up
in the distant mountains
marching to the sea
reminding me of how small and futile
are our dreams, while
people sat in ball fields
looking up at mere sparks
and probably thinking of how large
and long and wonderful
the rocket clusters make them seem.
That break didn’t last long. I took some time yesterday to read many of these posts, wondering how other readers would take them and realized that they are just ramblings with no real point. Most of the time it’s just text for the photographs. Here’s another.
Look at your choices here. I would like to think of this blog as a snack for someone; it’s not something you need but a kind of a treat that may or may not be good for you. I’ll try to fill it with interesting photographs and only write about the images. It will remain free of charge and free of politics, unlike the snacks in this photograph or the office where I work.
Sometimes there seems to be too much of everything in this country, including snacks.
So why would anyone photograph a restroom sign? Because it’s considered a break. I’m going to take a break from this blog for a little while - a rest. I want to write about work but need to be smarter than that so I’ll just wait for the work place to change. It’s a kalidoscope of changing people and personalities. I’ll continue writing in my journal so I’ll have things to talk about in a month or two.
Waiting in silence,
waiting alone,
not frightened, but
sensing failure, then guarding
against mistakes
if possible.
I hear the world fall out of the machine
or the back door open
or the ringing phone
or the postman in the front office
or my key in the back door
and the waiting ceases
for milliseconds
until I wait at traffic lights
or for people to turn
or my turn to cross the bridge,
or for dinner
or sleep.
Fortunately,
In the morning
I don’t wait
for consciousness
and have no sense of time.