Poor Gators

 

The wings were air fried in anticipation of the 3:30 Gator vs Miami game. It sure wasn’t much of a game. Florida was beaten badly. The Uber hard of the Gators fans were already calling for the firing of Napier. I’m a Kentucky fan so I’m used to losing. Uk did win their opener after a three hour lightening delay later that evening. The air fried wings were winners. 

Dishwasher woes

 The fuse often trips on the dishwasher. Today it was tripped and i could not get it on. I finally pulled it out and got it unplugged. I wanted to plug it in elsewhere to see if it was the outlet. To get the cord back in which was too short we had to unhook the water. I mistakenly tried to unhook it from the washer. No wrench i used would fit. It was leaking water. I turned the water off at the breaker. Dumb me there is a turnoff valve under the sink.After i finally with Mels help got the hose tightened  i took it off under the sink and was able to reach the plug.We slid it back and so far its working. Took twice as long if i knew what i was doing.

Pondering the puddles

 

Upper Room

 One thing that often irks me with posting photographs, people are not interested in the photo as composition, as lighting or any of the things I look for in a photo. They always have to remark like where was it taken, what kind of camera, I was married there, etc. It’s not a composition, it’s just a record of a place they know. The quality doesn’t matter. 

Water and Word

 The water and the word

Let the water and the word

Ever abide within the soul

A vessel with which to go

Eternal words forever heard.

Monochrome

 

Damselfly

 That I see

That I saw

That I’ve seen

Damselfly

Suwannee

Immerse and see

 if i told you...that beyond the saw palmetto...past the itching moss...troubles would leave you...would you cut the shins...battle the red bugs...rattlers and ticks...just for a look?  If I told you to dip three times in the Suwannee...would you believe me? Immerse and see.

The writing rose

 I came upon a writing rose  

Thorns worn from her words 

 She wrote over and over 

 The wind I have heard  

I have heard  

I have heard 

 I have heard

God’s Butchers

 Butcher Bird Prophecy

  by john clare stokes

   Strike the bells of praise...  For today the invasion was stayed...  Strong upon the wind in all their glory...   Flew the Loggerhead Army...  To impale the swarming maelstrom...  Butchers from heaven come...  By night the victory fires we light...  Offerings to Jehovah....  for His Loggerhead Shrikes!

Long Distant Voyager

 

Well done

 Well done

With canvas clutched he comes

To hear the coveted well-done son

The little Vincent of starry eye

Swirling on the primary oils

With hours long the artist toils

From the studio he runs

To hear a father say

Well done son

But the words never come

And so the artist caps the tubes

No longer to a father runs

Who never found time to say

Well done son

Take time to tell someone

Well done

You may be the only one.