Category: z-Miscellaneous

Photos, thoughts, humor, other stuff.

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Expectations

Let’s call this one “The Power of Preconceived Expectations.”

Felony Expectations

Dry January - Martha's Chard.
Truth to tell, this “19 Crimes” vintage is not half bad. Be wary of your preconceived expectations!
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Something For Everyone II

Something for everyone (II) today, starting from the Grand Canyon, and ending with a couple of dog memes.  Enjoy.

Oh those crazy NPS guys!
That’s No Selfie Stick: They’re “Grand Washing” the cliffs.

Every spring, our park rangers spend a couple of days cleaning, and sometimes repainting, some of the most visible buttes and temples as seen from popular overlooks along the South Rim. Improvements in telescoping pole technology have made all this possible.  #GrandCanyonNationalPark

Something for everyone II - Giving up.

Last but not least…

Something for everyone II - No smoking dogs.
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Finely Honed

Gotta love a muffler mechanic with a finely honed sense of humor.

Finely honed muffler mechanic humor.

 

Also… well, you know:

Gotta love the Gorilla Ladder.

Gorilla Ladder

 

Last but not least…

This may be the least full my market basket has ever been after a Saturday in Midtown.
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Two Favorite

Two of my favorite Instagram accounts are @mommydrinkswineandswears and @cheerfulnihilism. Below are today’s selections. One is from each. But which is which? Only the shadow knows.

 

“I just saw on reddit that the opposite of “easy peasey lemon squeezy” is “stressed depressed lemon zest” and now I’m using that all the time.”

 

“why don’t you sit still for a moment and imagine that you are simply a little goose coasting on the breeze behind your friends, on your way home to eat clover & honk at strangers & commit goose crimes”

 

Two Favorite - geese.
Goose crimes?
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Never Gets Old

If there was ever anything that never gets old, it’s petrified trees in a stunning Painted Desert landscape.

Some photos from our recent sojourn there.

 

Never Gets Old - Might Get Lost
Yes the landscape never gets old, but you might get lost if you’re not careful.
Road tripping with my favorite human… never gets old.
A view that never gets old.
“The View From My Window” @ the Painted Desert Inn.
NPS - never gets old.
Gotta love the Nat’l Park Service.
Old Glory - never gets old.
Fly it proud!
The Inn comes complete with a classic jukebox that plays only Golden Oldies.
It also comes with some interesting architectural details using all local materials.
IMHO this window frame @ Painted Desert Inn needs a fresh coat of paint!
Love the shaggy bark on this juniper tree.
Petrified log. Shoe included for scale.
Last but not least, a bonus crow. Lucky you.

 

 

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Last Things First

OK, last things first: The final leg(s) of our Southwest road trip, starting with Tehachapi Pass and ending with home-sweet-Sacramento (civilization at last). Happy Trails, y’all!

 

Last Things First - Tehachapi.
Wind farm on the Tehachapi Pass.
A butte outside Bakersfield, maybe?
Last Things First - Stockton.
Amazing clouds on I-5 near Stockton.
Last Things First - Point Reyes.
First glimpse of the Pacific @PointReyes.
Limintour Beach looking south: Nary a human.
Drake’s Bay looking north: Ditto on humans.

 

More Point Reyes from days of yore is here.

 

Last but not least, home-sweet-Sacramento…

 

R Street in Sac: You know you’ve reached civilization when there’s a yarn store.
Oh, did I mention pastries? Yup, To-die-for. I’m definitely down for “Last Things First!”
Lotsa things are abloom on the levee.

 

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Star-gazing

Calvin and Hobbes in praise of star-gazing…

Star-gazing.

High praise indeed!

 

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C.S. Lewis on authors…

C.S. Lewis

Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom fully realize the enormous extension of our being which we owe to authors. We realize it best when we talk with an unliterary friend. He may be full of goodness and good sense but he inhabits a tiny world. In it, we should be suffocated. The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. Reality, even seen through the eyes of many, is not enough. I will see what others have invented. Even the eyes of all humanity are not enough. I regret that the brutes cannot write books. Very gladly would I learn what face things present to a mouse or a bee; more gladly still would I perceive the olfactory world charged with all the information and emotion it carries for a dog.

 

Last but not least…

 

Ah well:  Best to go back to star-gazing.