Scouting

 

Crescent Calm

 

heights of Aven

 

Crescent Crescendo

 

Little Orphant Annie

 

Little Orphant Annie
by James Whitcomb Riley

Little Orphant Annie's come to
our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers
up, an' brush the crumbs
away.
An shoo the chickens off the
porch, an' dust the hearth, an'
sweep.
An' make the fire, an' bake the
bread, an' earn her board-an'-
keep;
An all us other children, when
the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire
an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at
Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns' at gits
you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy
wouldn't say his prayers,-
An' when he went to bed at
night, away up-stairs,
His mammy heerd him holler,
An' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the
kivvers down, he wuzn't there
at all!
And they seeked him in the
rafter-room, an' cubby-hole,
an' press,
An' seeked him up the
chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres,
I guess;
But all they ever found wuz
thist his pants an'
roundabout.-
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud
allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an'
all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was
"company," an' ole folks wuz
there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked
'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her
heels, an' turn't to run an'
hide.
They wuz two great big Black
Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through
the ceilin' 'fore she knowed
what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' Little Orphant Annie says,
when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an'
the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit,
an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is
all squenched away,-
You better mind yer parunts,
an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you,
an' dry the orpant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy
ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

The Patriotic house on Hernando and St Johns

 

Camp Street Resting Place

 

A basket of Raggedy's

 

The Man and the Yellow House

Today I came upon my friend Noah Lindsey on Church Street, cutting weeds from his hedges. We talked awhile and he shared that he likes living in yellow houses on corners. I inquired as to why and he said while growing up, he lived in a yellow house on a corner. The house on Church Street once belonged to a church member friend of his, a lady we used to call the walking lady, who in her later years went blind.
Noah, who used to live on Brown Street in a yellow house, on the corner, purchased her home when she went into a nursing home. Noah said that he wrote a series of poems about different aspects of his boyhood home, but misplaced the poems. The series was titled The Yellow House on the Corner.

I hope that next month when I pass Noah's house, he shall share that he located the poems.

Sabbath Star Gaze

 

2:05AM Perseid

Of over a hundred photographs taken, deleted immediately when no meteorite appeared, this was the only frame that captured a faint meteorite trail, in the lower left. It was an exercise in patience. Sitting and hoping during the 15 second interval, one would appear. What occurred was, during the interval, when the camera was processing, the meteorite would appear.
I gave up after the battery died around 2:30AM.

Perseid Problems

Determined to capture a meteorite with my little point and shoot Canon S95, I dutifully sat in the back yard for two hours, from 1am to after 2am, pointing the camera upon the tripod to the Southern heavens.
I had the camera set for 15 second time exposures, with a two delay on the shutter. I would then hope, like lightening, that a meteorite would appear during this interval. After the 15 seconds were up, the camera would take another 30 seconds to process the shot before allowing another.
It was during this interval that the meteorites would appear! I did see around a dozen, with one dazzling, which would have made a good photograph. I determined to keep doing this 15 second and wait process until the battery died in the camera. In all, I probably took nearly a hundred frames, deleting them when no meteorite appeared, which was all but one I captured. It was a faint trail in the lower part of the frame.
This photograph is not that one. This was just a photo of the awesome heavens.