don't let them know you're coming..

Clair Skies on takeoff across Red Rock Lake

"when you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming." -- winnie the pooh

my peeps

 

hangin' w/ my peeps

 

whitebreast reflections

hickory ridge wayfinder

here's lookin' at "you" kid

"reflection must be reserved for solitary hours" -- Jane Austen

delays

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. -- Herman Melville, Moby Dick 

trainspotting from the DSM river in Ottumwa

lingering on the computer has prevented me from swift appointment of my paddling rounds... but now to the water i go...

renewal

 “The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea.”
― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales

it has been a long time since i posted or accounted for my activities, but being unemployed has left me a bit disorganized and aimless.  our project to start a clinic in a VA bldg. fell through after 4 months and now we are looking at another place.  hopefully in the week we will come to terms.  in the meantime i have been repurposing myself through swimming, spinning, paddling and watching HGTV and the Food Channel.  it's hard to avoid the feeling of worthlessness in not being gainful and productive but at least the yard gets mowed and my tomatoes look great.  this weekend is my 45th class reunion from HS and the crusty old grads will be rolling in from around the country.  many are now retired and enjoying the fruits of their labors.  there weren't many "old football jocks" still playing this year so at least even if i didn't cut a record or write a book i can say i'm not totally "over the hill".  i still say i'd give my football career to be able to play the piano.  if only we would have known what is truly important back when sports seemed so great.  well, i guess it's time to head to the lake to find some solace.

out standing in the field

nature's artistry

back waters of flooded whitebreast creek

one closes - another opens?