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Where do I go,
What can I do,
With all the love,
I have for you?

The savior

Yosemite was on fire last evening. Not literally but the setting sun shined on this seasonal fall and lit it up. Nature is grand, I hope you like this picture from last night, What you're seeing here is the sun lining up at just the right angle with Horsetail Falls to create this really awesome scene called the fire fall. ⁣⁣⁣

Have you ever been on a Snipe hunt?
If yes, you know the elaborate drill
Of going out at night and the thrill
Of the stalking of the elusive Snipe.
In early evening, while still light,
You would go out, with your flashlight
And a burlap bag, called a "gunny sack",
Out in the field, quiet as you can,
This little ritual that will make you a man.
Open the sack, prop it up with a stick,
Very clever and a real neat trick.
Place the flashlight in the back of the bag.
Be very quiet and wait for the bird.
They're attracted to light and will go inside.
Be patient, it won't be long and you'll see,
The Snipe approaching quite cautiously.
After waiting a half hour or more,
You go back to the house and
Hear the laughter roar.
You have been "snookered" it was a hoax
But for you it was an adult joke.
Could you get me a left handed monkey wrench?

Of all the jobs, that had no fuss,
Was when I drove a yellow school bus.
It was a Superior body on a Kenworth frame.
A rear engine, seventy six passenger, it came,
With the drivers seat, at the front end.
When I turned a corner, I did extend
Out to the other side of the street
And that, in itself was an exiting feat.
Our job, was to pick up all the kids
And take to the schools , which we did.
Afternoons, we would go to each school,
Taking them all home, that was the rule.
Dropping off the kids at homes, far and near,
When I looked up into the big mirror,
I saw this small head, above the seat,
So I went back to the Barn, to repeat
My story to my boss and he did say.
We need to take him home, right away.
It was his first day, going to school,
Missed his stop and I broke the rule.

The Lake is located in the Huascarán National Park, in Ancash, Peru at an altitude of 12,631 feet. The trees, "Quenal" ("Quenales" pl) are indigenous to the area.

Photo credit: Christian Oscar Minaya Carrion

Taken on the Kettle River up by Lauier Washington

I found a support group, you see,
I thought it might be good for me.
Boy was I wrong, it was much worse.
For me, it brought out all the misery
Of loss that Caregivers, face every day.
I know, I felt so lucky to be
With my wife who has many issues
Of losing most of her memory,
Not one who yells or swears at me
But the gentle soul, who still loves me.

Alive I have been, for many a year.
The waking up part is not a fear.
Some aching, creaking parts of body mine
Have started and continue the aging decline.