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The words are flying from my head,
although I am still laying in bed.
A site of words, elusive they are,
lay on the covers, near and far.
What can I do to retrieve them now,
except to rack my brain? I will avow
to reach out from within my mind,
hoping upon hope I can still find,
all the words, now missing from memory.
I'll keep reaching out until the end of me.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

In the mid 19th century, one of the first photographic technologies used to record the lunar surface was the wet-plate collodion process, notably employed by British astronomer Warren De la Rue. To capture an image, a thick, transparent mixture was used to coat a glass plate, sensitized with silver nitrate, exposed at the telescope, and then developed to create a negative image on the plate. To maintain photographic sensitivity, the entire process, from coating to exposure to developing, had to be completed before the plate dried, in a span of about 10 to 15 minutes. This modern version of a wet-plate collodion image celebrates lunar photography's early days, reproducing the process using modern chemicals to coat a glass plate from a 21st century hardware store. Captured last November 28 with an 8x10 view camera and backyard telescope, it faithfully records large craters, bright rays, and dark, smooth mare of the waxing gibbous Moon. Subsequently digitized, the image on the plate was 8.5 centimeters in diameter and exposed while tracking for 2 minutes. The wet plate's effective photographic sensitivity was about ISO 1. In your smart phone, the camera sensor probably has a photographic sensitivity range of ISO 100 to 6400 (and needs to be kept dry ...).

Photo by wet-plate collodion

Patience,
Calmness,
Civility
Must reign,
Once more,
To provide,
The place
We all
Adore.

How many days?
How many miles,
Do I have to drive
To see your Smiles?

Gazing out the window,
on this dreariest day.
Brings the realization,
Winter is here to stay.
Will this be a season
of rain, all of the day?
A season, so somber,
I need to say,
"Give us some sunlight
and many days without grey".

I would rise in the morning,
to play golf before, my days work
started. My friends and I could play,
nine holes before we were due
at work. I managed a small Catalog Sales Office,
for Sears Roebuck, in Prosser Washington.
I recall, there were only three of us,
but I digress.
We had a friend, who played with us
quite frequently, but on this day, he was
at work. His work flying a Crop Duster.
The plane was a modified Piper Cub.
We were on the 9th green, putting. Our friend
flew low, to "buzz" us. I recall he was low
enough for someone to put their club in the a
air and hit a wheel strut.
Great memories from those early "Golf" days
still remain. I have lost touch with too many
of my friends, from the time some 60 years ago.

Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.

It matters not, from where the wind blows,
or if it is rainy and then turns to snows.
I only want to keep my ears warm
and have on my boots, protecting my toes.

Thank you Lord
for allowing me to write
of words to expound
on my actions so trite.
Thank you to Kudos'
for providing the means
to write about now
and life in my teens.

I'm thinking about
getting a new car,
but do I want to
at this age, where I am?
For some day in the near future,
it will most certainly be,
when a loved one, I know
will take my drivers license from me.

Why are the dreams
or nightmares to you,
wrapped in my head,
from out of the blue?
Not recalling anything bad
or a worrisome review
of all the happenings;
words about being "Past Due".
It will come to me, once again.
I just hope it's not 3 A.M.

Is this life now over?
Has it fallen apart?
Will the virus which romps,
Bringing many a sad heart?
So many lives gone,
Too many to see,
As the Commander in Chief,
Is nowhere to be,
Taking control of a plant,
Instead of sulking,
With his Ego apart.
Too bad he doesn't have
An empathetic heart.