Hey buddy, nice of you to wear your tuxedo to dinner but I have some very, very bad news...
Where every successful flight is a "small" miracle.
Another cell phone capture. I mowed my lawn all around this reddest of
red leaves today. Every time I rode past it, I was taken in by its
redness. I knew that once my work was done, I was going to have to
photograph it with my cell phone.
I just liked the colors in this collection of bulletin board tacks.
"...I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours, very sincerely and respectfully, A. Lincoln"
All photos were taken at the Cave Hill National Cemetery and Arboretum in Louisville, KY
I was out walking around a local park yesterday when I noticed a pickup in avian activity right as the sun started setting. The birds, most of whom had been out of sight just moments before, started flitting to and fro as if they were on a deadline to find a suitable branch on which to perch. It was as if they were playing "musical branches" and the music was about to stop. Several minutes before the sun was fully on the horizon, their frenzied activity stopped and all the birds were perched and facing west as if to salute the departing sun. I have to admit, the light was golden enough that, had it not been unusually warm in the first place, it would have still "looked" warm.
They stayed very still, with only a slight breeze rustling their feathers, and seemed to relish the sunset. And why not? I certainly did...