Shooting In The Dark

Why waste the ammo?

Republic Streetgang

Spring is around the corner, the street walkers are out.















My friend Steve sent this photo to me from home.

Look At Me Photos

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What You See Is What You Get

I'm thinking about where I have been, and what I have seen in the past couple of days. Made a three hour drive from Highpoint to the ocean, stayed the night in a place named Southport. Awoke early to a windy morning and stepped outside to walk along the water. Something was floating towards me, so I went to the truck to get the binoculars for a better look; it was a white zippered canvas bag. Where I stood on the bulkhead, I would need a gaff to grab the bag. The bag drifted several yards to snag on some rocks just where the wall tapered, two easy steps down from bulkhead and I grabbed it.
The markings on the wet bag read; "Demo Safety Pac" on one side, and "Life Jackets" in big red letters on the other. While carring the bag back to the deck to finish my coffee, I stoped and looked through a clump of clover for a shamrock. I was thinking a bag of money would be nice... no luck there tho. The contents of the tote: two life jackets, one throwable lifesaver, an orange whistle with lanyard, and a fire extinguisher.
Maybe it's true that you can take the rat out of the river, but never the river out of the rat, I had to smile at what Spirit had sent to me. I'm a totem believing kind of gal, funny, the name of the river...Cape Fear.

Time To Love

Look at this old picture. What was their story? I can almost smell the water in the wind, hear their laughter, and feel the love they had for one another.

I get the same warm feeling when looking at my own family pictures. To step back in time in my mind, and experince the joy of days gone by.

Mommas

All those who momma was a drunk raise their hands. As a kid I didn't understand, I had to growup to forgive her. I would not, nor couldn't have chosen a better momma, she was the best...even if she was a drunk.
To those selfcentered folk who can't understand what pain can do to a person...growup!

The Blind Date

The want of power is no free lunch.

Cold Reality

Twenty-two below zero, no water, electric iffy, but we made it through; Pirate Jenny can't hurt me.

Lost In The Badlands

Fraz Marc

This is one of my favorite painters.
Now I'm going to clean the oven, and then wash the truck.

Spirit Sees Your Heart

Strength for a friend.

The Price of Gas

My friend Steve in Republic sent this to me, I think it's cute.

Cold Experience

"If you can look up, you can get up".

Reciprocity

Critters have their ways.
Drive-by?
I don't know!

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Express Yourself

Most people say animals can't talk.
This female cardinal tells me, "Hay! The bird feeder is empty!"
Makes me think, and think again, when on occasion we call each other, "bird brain".

Safe Landing

It's been a long haul and worth every minute of the trip. I may not know my way around as yet, but I ain't lost.
The Mic and Sarah are happy, and so am I, what more could I ask for?

Media Info-Nix

Weather forcast: 30% chance of light snow, light snow, accumulation one to two inches. Right! Awoke this morning to let the dogs out. Opening the door, both of them just stood on either side of me as if to say, " I gotta pee, but damn mom, not out there!" A gentle nudge with my foot slid Mic to the door sill. Sarah reluctantly stepped out first, she's a hurry up and get back in kind of dog. Brainless wonder I have to teather to the front porch.
It's snowing so hard I can't see the pines across the dirt road. My spliting rounds have grown neatly cut six inch biscuits. I knew it, yesterday was just to nice. Please don't say, it sounds cozy. I've have places to go, and people to meet, and... I'm out of wood. Couldn't get over the first mountain pass if I tried, age has slowed my sense of adventure some. Crawling behind a snowplow for a couple hundred miles is no longer that much fun, I'ed rather split the splitting rounds. The worst part is the dogs have gas... lucky me! I love warm and cozy...

Friendship

Now tell me true, is this not a cute picture of you know who?

Walkabout

Haven't been off this mountain in over a year and a half, and I feel a twang of agoraphobia from time to time. Snow is forcast for in end of this week; I love driving in snow.
Today will be another busy one with a few more things to do.









One more cup of coffee and it will be time to get busy, I'm moving slow this morning. Actually, it looks and feels like snow already, a very grey day. Guess it's time to get off my ars and get to it.

Morning Snow

A frosty white cloaks this morning in peaceful stillness. Dauntless chickadees flit and flutter through pine boughs outside my window.
I'm burning the last row of wood, rounds cut close to the ground, heavy with mastic pitch. They were hard to split, but well worth the labor. The stove hums and snaps like teenage girls chewing gum. The Sarah and Mic sleep close to the fire, they twitch spasmodically and drift, deep in doggy dreamland.
I am content to sit for awhile, drink my coffee, muse, and listen to the sounds of winter.