April 23, 2009;
Words of prose and wit
On paper sit,
To recognize features
Of human creatures.

The mind,
We find,
Both kind and cruel,
Use thought as fuel.

The eyes,
Surprise,
React in night,
And sudden light.

The nose,
Knows of smell
Of, rank or dank,
It will tell.

The ear,
Does hear,
Sounds of glee
Gaiety and harmony.

From brow to chin
Nose, thick or thin,
Lips full and lush,
flush with blush

The chin skin,
May be thin,
With a simple
Accent Dimple.

The neck
Connects, I expect
Head to torso,
Or so, or more so.

The Shoulders,
Sometimes burden holders,
Macho and masculine,
Or soft and feminine.

The arms,
With charms,
Cuddle and coo,
Bear terror, too.

The hands,
Work the lands,
To create, decorate,
Sometimes to desecrate.

The hips,
Those hips,
Narrow or wide,
Front back or side.

Now the thighs,
Thighs for sighs,
Slender and tender,
Tough and rough.

The legs,
The lower limbs,
Give lift to hips
Rise to thighs.

The knees,
The bees knees,
Give bend to lend,
For walk and talk.

The shins,
The thin skin shins,
Lower legs,
Of lower limbs,

The ankles,
Sometimes perfectly turned,
Sometimes turned,
With sprain and pain.

The foot, with toes,
Arches and woes,
Bunions and corns, without fail,
Then and ingrown nail.

From head to sole
The body whole,
Bits and parts within,
All held within the skin.

The skin,
Keeps them in,
And does defend,
On that we do depend.

With feeling heart
An essential part
With mind for pondering and musing,
Muscles for strength and using
.
We are more than skin, flesh and bone,
We are what we are, not physical alone.

What I knew, What I Thought, What I know

When I was one, I knew nothing, my body did the work by rote.

When I was two, I knew twice as much, of this I make note.

When I was three, I probably knew everything, I was me.

Being four, a snowball of learning, I knew so much more.

At the age of five, getting into such, I was probably talking too much.

Six, a wondrous age, first grade, made me a sage.

Seven, an age of knowing, The world around me growing.

Eight, the wonders of it all, growing, growing tall.

Nine, learning without trying, About life, and about dieing.

Ten, an age to behold, Not so young, not so old.

Eleven, was, I expect, was of me and for me, I suspect.

Twelve, a dozen years, The years of childish tears.

Thirteen, twixt and between, No longer a child, not yet a teen.

Fourteen, wow, the years are flowing, This I'm knowing.

Fifteen, feeling like I know a lot, I think, but really know not.

(The more I know the more I don't know)

Sixteen years, oh the youth's joy, So close a man, yet still a boy.

(First date)

venteen, seventeen, dating time, Takes money, don't have a dime.

Eighteen, could be called a man, To do a man's work, don't know if I can.

(High School graduation)

Nineteen, gotta get better learning, Get a job, need to do some earning.

Twenty, no longer twix or tween, To be twenty, no longer a teen.

Twenty one, have to be, Responsible for all of me.

(Marriage, parenthood)

The twenties make way for thirties, The thirties make way for the forties.

The years have past, now the fifties have been, In the mirror, I see they have fled the scene.

(Grand-parenthood and retirement)

Sixty, that was three score to be, now the three score has passed me.

(Great-grand-parenthood)

Now the seventies are nearing, making the past three score, endearing.

Trip to Pensacola, Florida

April 3-6, 2009;

Wife and I went to visit, nephew and niece, his wife, and her parents in Milton, Fl. That is in the panhandle of Florida. It is about a ten hour drive. The scenery between Winter Haven, and Milton, Florida is lovely, when not in the congested areas of housing or among the bumper to bumper traffic on the major highways.

The trip was quite nice as the traffic was not extremely heavy on the roads we traveled.

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A line of antique Chevys 1955 & 1956.

I was a high school student when they were made.

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Saturday evening there was an anniversary

party given to Nat & Marie to celebrate 61 years of marriage.

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I am a photographic addict. I travel with a camera and take pictures of almost anything. If it moves, shoot it, if it doesn't move, shoot it, but with slower shutter speed. I take enough images to guarantee boring anyone who doesn't have the addiction also.

Digital has helped me save on the cost of film. I used to shoot rolls where others took a couple of pictures. So on this latest highway escaped, I took some over 2000. There will be some trashed. Not shooting for artistic purpose but for photo/video. That is like a time lapse of the trip. Also, some for Google Earth. I have many viewable by Google Earth.

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I shoot water towers, actually towers of many descriptions. Buildings, construction or just some attracting item. Sometimes a sign. Sometimes a tree, an animal, traffic conditions, there are so many. I photograph things and places because they are lovely to view or because they are so unattractive they become interesting.

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In more words, the pretty and the not so pretty are both attractive in their own way.
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