My logo

 When a logo was a logo

Not just some bland fountain

Give me the old logo Logo did go

Logo was ok by me

And Charlie

Then PC

And NaaCP 

But not Any

Indians

Or Gators

Screamed

Racism

Offensive 

So Logo did go

Not some simplistic fountain

How silently

 How silent

How silently

Verbenadale 

Williston

We ponder

 Again we ponder our

Diminishing return

To the present

We ponder in 

Toned down wonder

How the past

Came to this

Is it any wonder

When we ponder

The future is 

Possible

My upper rooms

 Room with a dream

Twice in my life, Monticello and one year at Asbury College my room was on the second floor. I loved sitting at the window watching the world above and below.

Big Shot and Little Shot

 

No greater joy

 Greater joy hath no crow than this

But to steal a wasp nest

Olustee Winner

2021 Olustee Festival Photo contest winner was John Stokes, center. Shannon Barker (left) and Dr. Sherri Carder (right) placed also. 

Thank you to everyone who entered! 🤗

My true love gave to me

 My true love gave to me

Three grackles grackling

Journey Long

 “I have not always chosen the safest path. I've made my mistakes, plenty of them. I sometimes jump too soon and fail to appreciate the consequences. But I've learned something important along the way: I've learned to heed the call of my heart. I've learned that the safest path is not always the best path and I've learned that the voice of fear is not always to be trusted.” (Steve Goodier) ______

Before the Journey long

Orlando Seaboard Terminal

Milk and wine

 Milk and wine

With sunshine

Makes for a

late autumn

Inspiration

Date Night

 Date Night

I try not post syrupy, lubby dubby stuff. I’ve unfollowed several lubby dubby couples over the years infatuated with their trophy wife or masculine male. I try to be sensitive to those who do not have lubby dubby relationships and how it also makes them go like me, yuk, find a private room you two. Oh, by the way, pay no attention to those two Nikons in love.

Then cloudier become

 Then Cloudier Become

Emily Dickinson 

1830-1886

I've seen a dying eye

Run round and round a room

In search of something, as it seemed

Then cloudier become;

And then, obscure with fog,

And then be soldered down;

Without disclosing what it be,

'T were blessed to have seen.