Sunday Morning In The Park

The one redeeming quality of our apartments is the plant life on the grounds and the wonderful park that is right behind us.

Now if only we could keep the plants and get rid of the neighbors….

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Wisteria
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Dogwood Tree
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Azalea
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Buttercups
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Azalea

 

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I Have A Story For Everywhere You’ve Been

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d.Nelle Vincent. Seligman, AZ

I shot this photo in 2009 but I didn’t get it until just now.

It’s an Arizona Cardinal.

I’ve been all over the great American Southwest, to towns that time passed by.

Speeding down the mother road, a smoke in one hand and snacks littering the floor. Camera gear in the back of the car and hippie deodorant stinking since the day before.

I’ve climbed through barbed wire to explore the Lone Wolf Annex and braved the stray dogs on Backroad to watch the sunset in Madrid Cemetery.

I’ve been chased out of churches by natives with guns and told to go back where I came from.

I’ve heard the call of the void from atop Mt. Charleston. John Denver heard it too when his plane crashed into the Monterey Bay and more recently I sat inside by the window while Debbie Reynolds died of a broken heart.

I’ve been where you’ve been, down this road and that.

To every place left to wilt in the sun.

I’ve been away for awhile. Ventured to the east in the name of love but now our time here grows short and there is much to do.

Only so many days until we go back home.

What’s Fonzie Like?

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I was working alone in the copy center for the first time today.

Naturally, that meant being slammed with Easterville’s finest in needy and rude patrons.

Retail is a b’yatch.

A woman who was hearing impaired tore up copies that she had made and threw them at me because she apparently thought that being deaf was also a no-holds-barred license to act like a twat.

It’s not, by the way, and I walked away from her until she could write down what she wanted like a civilized human being.  She thought that was rude but I thought it was nicer than punching her.

There were others but she was the worst.

A relentless poo-blizzard of treacherous bastards…

And then a brief reprieve when a lady came in with several boxes that needed taping up and shipping.  She noticed my TaijiFit pendant.

“That’s a beautiful necklace, what does it mean?”

Me: “It’s supposed to look like a Chinese character but it’s actually a person doing Tai Chi.”

Her: “Oh, that’s so cool! Do you practice Tai Chi?”

Me: “I do.”

Her: “That must be why you look so calm in the midst of this chaos.”

Me: “Do I look calm?”

Her: “Yes!”

Me: “Well then, I deserve a Twinkie!”

She laughed and I stayed cool, like Jules in Pulp Fiction.