Coffee breaks. Do people really take them? I don’t remember a time when I put my work aside, walked away from my desk, and sat down to a cup of coffee. Heck, there were times when I considered myself lucky to have time to choke down some lunch at my desk. Maybe that’s why, now that I’m retired, I take a long time to read our painfully thin newspaper and sip tea or coffee…slowly. And I’ll have a second cup if I please. That’s a small luxury I enjoy a lot more than the moment actually warrants.
Speaking of breaks, I’m taking a short break from blogging. I’ll be back by early June. See you then!
Another thing I like about this time of year is that the songbirds are back. Their music fills the air. This little Pavarotti held a lovely concert the other evening. (The zoom on my new camera is great but this shot isn’t as steady and sharp as I’d like.)
“Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?” David Attenborough
The native Nootka roses are in bloom which makes this one of my favorite times of the year. In addition to being delicately, wildly beautiful they are fragrant with a soft, heady, delicate scent.
These roses grow like weeds. Bushes of them can be found anywhere that conditions are right, which is, really, a lot of places.
I took these shots with a new camera I picked up recently, a little lightweight Lumix. My bulky, heavier SLR was often lounging at home on my daily walks. After I missed the latest eagle shot it was time to remedy the situation. I expect this new pal to come along more regularly. So far I’m pretty happy with it, especially since I’ve yet to crack open the manual.
I love to walk at this time of day.
I admit it. I haven’t tried to figure this one out. But I just don’t get the attraction of skull decor. It’s a thing. I’ve seen them a lot. Tattoos, decals, embroidered or drawn on clothing. The ones above, in my opinion, are pretty artistic.
Really, is this the thing: Unafraid of death? Fine.
But at least for me I think it sometimes takes more courage to truly embrace life.
It’s not universal but most trucks are generally considered “his.” At last weekend’s Irrigation Festival car show there was a trio of trucks that, by the look of them, are probably “hers.” The pink is a giveaway.
The touches of pink extend into the engines. It looks like somebody’s having fun.
There was a small cadre of Fords represented at the Irrigation Festival‘s classic car show last Saturday. This truck sat alone in the rain.
It was a stout little number, almost like something you’d see in the cartoon feature film “Cars.”
Across the empty parking lot this Mustang brigade lined up, ready for admirers.