Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Zooming In On Sunflowers

 Oh, yes, don't underestimate those sunflowers.








As I stroll down that old Memory Lane, I recall stirring phrases from the past, like: "Death to the fascist insect that preys on the life of the people!" That one was associated with the Symbionese Liberation Army, and I have no idea who came up with that, the name of that weird group or that catch phrase or whatever it was. Symbionese?? And I think their symbol was a seven-headed cobra?? What did that mean? It all had a certain frisson, but it was also very strange. Did Abby Hoffman commit suicide or was it a simple drug overdose? If suicide he might have had a vision of the future-- THIS future. That would be enough to drive an idealist of those times over the brink, for sure. Fortunately, I was never an idealist.

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Sunflowers Again

 Yes, I continue with closer looks, at the sunflowers of the past. 








It's cool today but soon we will be hitting 100 F! I'm happy to have completed all of my outdoor projects. Thunder and lightening a few days ago but only a few drops of rain. It was a lot of noise but it signified nothing. That sounds familiar.

Monday, May 2, 2022

Sunflowers, Closer Looks

 Trying to zoom in here...








Meanwhile, death to Vladimir Putin, and all who support/admire/enable him. I think it's OK to say that. If wishes were wings, etc. And I only named one name. The rest is a matter of conjecture, isn't it? Surely, we can ALL agree that Putin deserves a firing squad. Or a noose. 

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Closer Looks 28

 So, now, after some delay, these closer looks, into the past, continue.







And more!








One searches for the hidden meaning, that MUST be concealed in such things.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Closer Looks 27

 Quite chilly here this morning! In the past, a snowfall in mid-April has not been an unusual event, followed the next day by heat, high winds and blowing dust by the afternoon. It's really, really, FLAT around here, and we're about 3000 feet above sea level, which makes for a strange climate. 








I've just recalled the big small house revolution in Spur, Texas. I have not heard much about it. Not in years. I wonder how that's working out? I guess I'll never know because I don't intend to go back there. That's one of many places I've scratched off my list of destinations, for a number of reasons.