This are Lotus Flowers that someone has grown in a neighborhood retention pond. I have wanted to stop and photograph them for quite sometime, but just never stopped. Over the holiday, I finally took some photos.
I hope you like them.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Lotus Flower
I know some of you don't do Facebook, or we aren't "friends" so I thought I would post these here too.
This are Lotus Flowers that someone has grown in a neighborhood retention pond. I have wanted to stop and photograph them for quite sometime, but just never stopped. Over the holiday, I finally took some photos.
I hope you like them.
This are Lotus Flowers that someone has grown in a neighborhood retention pond. I have wanted to stop and photograph them for quite sometime, but just never stopped. Over the holiday, I finally took some photos.
I hope you like them.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tired
Pretty much sums it up.
My name is Jackson, I was named after my father
I followed in his footsteps down here to this factory
And I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother
This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be
I married Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still love her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday 'cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do?
But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I'm tired
Only missed six days and nights of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time
Raise I got six months ago don't meet the cost of living
Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and I shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen, and she was starin' out of the window
And the way she said good morning
Made me ask, "Is something wrong?"
She said, "I'm tired, I woke up tired"
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess we'll just keep goin' till we're gone
And I'm tired, Lord, I'm tired
Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm tired
My name is Jackson, I was named after my father
I followed in his footsteps down here to this factory
And I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother
This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be
I married Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still love her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday 'cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do?
But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I'm tired
Only missed six days and nights of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time
Raise I got six months ago don't meet the cost of living
Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and I shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen, and she was starin' out of the window
And the way she said good morning
Made me ask, "Is something wrong?"
She said, "I'm tired, I woke up tired"
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess we'll just keep goin' till we're gone
And I'm tired, Lord, I'm tired
Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm tired
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Perfume Bans
I think if we can have smoking bans, we should be able to have perfume bans. I am tired of having ladies at work walk by my cube and feeling light headed due to the amount of perfume they have on. I personally find the smell of strong perfume more offensive that cigarette smoke.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Ticket
On my way to work this morning, an Indiana State Police trooper pulled in behind me and hit his lights. I knew that for what ever other reason he was pulling me over, it included a seat belt violation since I was not wearing mine.
Apparently I had my head up my you know what, and had sped through a work zone. It's not like I would have noticed with all the other cars passing me at 65-70 mph, but he decides to pull me over.
As I am waiting on him to approach my car, I decide, screw it, it's Friday, I'm having a good morning, I’m sure I was probably speeding and I definitely was not wearing my seat belt so I am not going to let this piss me off. And it didn’t. He gets to my window informs me I was speeding and not wearing my seat belt. He asks if I usually wear my belt and me being the honest person I am, I tell him that I usually don't. I give him my speech about how I feel it is my right not to wear one if I chose not to. While he says he couldn’t disagree, it is the law.
When he comes back to my car, he tells me that he is going to give me a warning on the speeding, thank you Mr. Trooper, but that he has no discretion on the seat belt violation and hands me my ticket for not wearing my seat belt.
I know I should wear my seat belt. But, I believe it is wrong for the government to tell me that I must. In my small way, deep inside my thick skull, I believe this is my small form of rebellion. I’m tired of the government nanny state, telling me what I can and can’t do, and what I should and should not do. And don’t give me this crap about my safety.
As I went speeding through the work zone, who was at greater risk; me, who wasn’t wearing a seat belt, or the worker in the work zone? Obviously it was the worker. Now if this were truly about safety, the trooper would have returned to my car and said something to the effect of, “I am going to give you a warning on the seat belt, but since you were jeopardizing the well being of the highway workers, I have no discretion on the speeding violation”. But it not about safety, it is a money stream for government, it has nothing to do with safety.
Again if it were about safety, how can you explain a motorcycle passing me while I sit on the side of the road getting a ticket for not having a seat belt on, while the rider of the bike doesn’t have on a helmet and leathers? It’s not about safety.
It is not the government’s job to be concerned about my own personal safety anyway. If we let the government tell us we must wear a seat belt, why stop there. Why not say I can’t sky dive, or climb mountains, drive a race car or a hundred other dangerous, risky behaviors. Where does it stop? Sadly, it doesn’t. That is exactly how we end up with Obamacare. That is another example of the government sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong. But that is a topic for another rant.
I can also tell you this; the first ticket didn’t get me to wear my seat belt, the second won’t either, nor the third, or the fourth… They can give me tickets until they take my last $50 or whatever the hell it ends up costing me. I will wear my seat belt when I feel I need to and not before. It will take more than a relatively small fine before I will be FORCED into wearing mine.
Apparently I had my head up my you know what, and had sped through a work zone. It's not like I would have noticed with all the other cars passing me at 65-70 mph, but he decides to pull me over.
As I am waiting on him to approach my car, I decide, screw it, it's Friday, I'm having a good morning, I’m sure I was probably speeding and I definitely was not wearing my seat belt so I am not going to let this piss me off. And it didn’t. He gets to my window informs me I was speeding and not wearing my seat belt. He asks if I usually wear my belt and me being the honest person I am, I tell him that I usually don't. I give him my speech about how I feel it is my right not to wear one if I chose not to. While he says he couldn’t disagree, it is the law.
When he comes back to my car, he tells me that he is going to give me a warning on the speeding, thank you Mr. Trooper, but that he has no discretion on the seat belt violation and hands me my ticket for not wearing my seat belt.
I know I should wear my seat belt. But, I believe it is wrong for the government to tell me that I must. In my small way, deep inside my thick skull, I believe this is my small form of rebellion. I’m tired of the government nanny state, telling me what I can and can’t do, and what I should and should not do. And don’t give me this crap about my safety.
As I went speeding through the work zone, who was at greater risk; me, who wasn’t wearing a seat belt, or the worker in the work zone? Obviously it was the worker. Now if this were truly about safety, the trooper would have returned to my car and said something to the effect of, “I am going to give you a warning on the seat belt, but since you were jeopardizing the well being of the highway workers, I have no discretion on the speeding violation”. But it not about safety, it is a money stream for government, it has nothing to do with safety.
Again if it were about safety, how can you explain a motorcycle passing me while I sit on the side of the road getting a ticket for not having a seat belt on, while the rider of the bike doesn’t have on a helmet and leathers? It’s not about safety.
It is not the government’s job to be concerned about my own personal safety anyway. If we let the government tell us we must wear a seat belt, why stop there. Why not say I can’t sky dive, or climb mountains, drive a race car or a hundred other dangerous, risky behaviors. Where does it stop? Sadly, it doesn’t. That is exactly how we end up with Obamacare. That is another example of the government sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong. But that is a topic for another rant.
I can also tell you this; the first ticket didn’t get me to wear my seat belt, the second won’t either, nor the third, or the fourth… They can give me tickets until they take my last $50 or whatever the hell it ends up costing me. I will wear my seat belt when I feel I need to and not before. It will take more than a relatively small fine before I will be FORCED into wearing mine.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Look At Us
This might actually be a post better suited to an anniversary but I don't want to wait until October.
Debbie is organizing our family photos. In doing so she ran across these.
Funny, as time passes, you notice in the mirror your hair turning a "little" gray, a "few" wrinkles and more than a few extra pounds, but you really don't see yourself as having changed all that much. But when you see an old picture and a more recent picture side by side, you think, "when did we get old".
I remember how Debbie and I met, or at least the first time I saw her, but not exactly when. It had to have been in the 7th or 8th grade, so it was 1968 or 1969, and it was on the church bus. She went to church with a friend of hers. As she got onto the bus, I do remember thinking how pretty she was.
We didn't actually begin to date until we were Juniors in high school. Before that, ironically we played man and wife in a church play and all through junior high, until we began dating we were friends. And of course, we have stayed friends.
I have said before that I wish I could write poetry and put it to music. If I could I would love to write songs like the one at the end of this post. But I can't so I enjoy the gift of music others provide to me.
Senior Pictures - 1973
Is it any wonder I thought she was beautiful.
Look at all that DARK, curly hair.
Our church didn't believe in dancing so we didn't attend our school proms, but they held a Junior-Senior banquet. We were voted King and Queen in our Junior year. The picture on the left was of us before the banquet. The picture on the right was taken on Sanibel Island, which has become our spot. I don't think we have aged too badly.
As the song says; "Look at you, still pretty as a picture. Look at me, still crazy over you"...
I love you baby. Thanks for sticking with me for all these years. Sorry for all of the "for worse" you have had to endure.
"Look At Us" by Vince Gill/Max D. Barnes
Look at us
After all these years together
Look at us
After all that we've been through
Look at us
Still leaning on each other
If you want to see
How true love should be
then just look at us
Look at you
Still pretty as a picture
look at me
Still crazy over you
Look at us
Still believin' in forever
Look at us
After all these years together
Look at us
After all that we've been through
Look at us
Still leaning on each other
In a hundred years from now
I know without a doubt
They'll all look back and wonder how
We made it all work out
Chances are
We'll go down in history
When they want to see
How true love should be
They'll just look at us
Debbie is organizing our family photos. In doing so she ran across these.
Funny, as time passes, you notice in the mirror your hair turning a "little" gray, a "few" wrinkles and more than a few extra pounds, but you really don't see yourself as having changed all that much. But when you see an old picture and a more recent picture side by side, you think, "when did we get old".
I remember how Debbie and I met, or at least the first time I saw her, but not exactly when. It had to have been in the 7th or 8th grade, so it was 1968 or 1969, and it was on the church bus. She went to church with a friend of hers. As she got onto the bus, I do remember thinking how pretty she was.
We didn't actually begin to date until we were Juniors in high school. Before that, ironically we played man and wife in a church play and all through junior high, until we began dating we were friends. And of course, we have stayed friends.
I have said before that I wish I could write poetry and put it to music. If I could I would love to write songs like the one at the end of this post. But I can't so I enjoy the gift of music others provide to me.
Senior Pictures - 1973
Is it any wonder I thought she was beautiful.
Look at all that DARK, curly hair.
Our church didn't believe in dancing so we didn't attend our school proms, but they held a Junior-Senior banquet. We were voted King and Queen in our Junior year. The picture on the left was of us before the banquet. The picture on the right was taken on Sanibel Island, which has become our spot. I don't think we have aged too badly.As the song says; "Look at you, still pretty as a picture. Look at me, still crazy over you"...
I love you baby. Thanks for sticking with me for all these years. Sorry for all of the "for worse" you have had to endure.
"Look At Us" by Vince Gill/Max D. Barnes
Look at us
After all these years together
Look at us
After all that we've been through
Look at us
Still leaning on each other
If you want to see
How true love should be
then just look at us
Look at you
Still pretty as a picture
look at me
Still crazy over you
Look at us
Still believin' in forever
Look at us
After all these years together
Look at us
After all that we've been through
Look at us
Still leaning on each other
In a hundred years from now
I know without a doubt
They'll all look back and wonder how
We made it all work out
Chances are
We'll go down in history
When they want to see
How true love should be
They'll just look at us
Friday, March 25, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Spring!!
Well Spring doesn't officially begin for 14 more days, but there are signs of it already. I went to Eagle Creek this morning and while I didn't see much in the way of wildlife, I did see that the daffodils are beginning to pop up.
One of the things that amazed me was that the daffodils do not push the leaves off as they bloom but rather push through the leaf.
Anyway, it won't be long until the flowers are all out and the weather warms. It has been a LONG, COLD winter, and I am ready for Spring.
All were taken with my macro lens, which like everything else in photography, I am still trying to learn how to use.
No prizes, but can you guess what this is?
One of the things that amazed me was that the daffodils do not push the leaves off as they bloom but rather push through the leaf.
Anyway, it won't be long until the flowers are all out and the weather warms. It has been a LONG, COLD winter, and I am ready for Spring.
All were taken with my macro lens, which like everything else in photography, I am still trying to learn how to use.
No prizes, but can you guess what this is?
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