We hear

We hear of mysterious things
How come the gloam
The Magnolia take wing
And memory flies to long gone home.

In the Winds

In the winds of May
Magnolia lifted me away
It was a most difficult day
Until she came my way.

Wall of Separation

Fall from Separation
by john clare

And from the higher side
A fall
A tread to enter
Grasping
Gasping
As around feathers fall
To water
As wine
Sweet to one
Another gall
One drowns
Another
The entrance
Found.

Lair of Levithian

Lair of Levithian
by john clare

In the murky mists an uncertain
Disturbing, stirring
Whirling, whirling ever luring
Ancient of years
Source of all fears
Eyes of firing light
Drawing me to the brink
Sinking, sinking into the
Murky mists
That ever stirring, disturbing
Luring me deeper, deeper
Whirling, whirling
Into its terrible allure.

For Mossy Covered Palmetto

After a long absence from Blogging due mainly to the computer laptop crashing again, I am back, minus many photographs lost, but thankful for the ones I did send over to SmugMug. I had the opportunity to back the laptop up to Carbonite, but did not like the extra $50, so I declined. I suppose Carbonite sent the bug to crash me...Ha. The problem with being away so long, there are now over 1600 photographs from two SD cards I loaded onto Picassa today. Going through them, as usual, while they looked great on the little camera screen, now that they are loaded, they just don't have the pop and vividness. My next task, should I ever get to it, is to find a monitor that matches the clarity of the little S95 camera.
Today is a good day for catching up a bit as tropical storm Beryl is overhead now as I type, light rain, though you would think it would be more intense. For now, over and out....
A good way to spend Memorial Day.

Pearl and Hopewell

 

 

From the archives

 

 

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Weak Right

Was it the deformed right claw that caused the Gator to meet his demise? A thinning of the weak? Or was it from happy go lucky wanna be Swampers? We can only guess.

meter man

And so Monday begins a new venture in the Journey of John Stokes. For then he becomes a FPL meter reader. In looking at my own meter, I am stumped when the dials are on the number. Is the first number on the left read as 0 or 9. Suppose I shall learn come Monday.

Smoke on the Gator

Spend some time at the dock on Alligator Lake watching the cool high winds bring in the smoke from the Osceola Forest Fire. By the later afternoon, the winds had shifted to the east, taking the cover of smoke from the area.

The Immature Bald Eagle