This little creek flows through a steep ravine across the road from our house in Daphne, AL. This is a hilly neighborhood with winding roads and several small streams that flow into the upper reaches of Mobile Bay.
Moonlight on the Tiawassee
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Deforestation
A week ago this was a magnificent little forest. So, I’m wondering, what’s the morality difference between clear cutting the Amazon forest for agricultural development and clear cutting Alabama forests for commercial development?
Are Alabama forests less of a carbon sink than the forests of the Amazon? Why will clear cutting Alabama forests not contribute to climate change, but clear cutting in the Amazon will? Do Alabama forests not produce oxygen for the planets creatures to breath? I’m also wondering about the impact the loss of wildlife habitat will have on the forest’s creatures: birds, squirrels, deer, armadillos, rabbits, etc.
Downtown Pensacola; Tuesday Night
Dinner at V. Paul’s Italian restaurant. It was a delightful dining experience. I had an Absolut Cucumber Martini, the best Martini I’ve ever had, Vicki had the Limoncello Thyme Martini, which she declared “delicious.” For the entre’ I had Linguini Alle Vongole with mussels, pretty good but not spectacular; Vicki had Spaghetti & Meatballs. She said it was good, but gave her leftovers to the homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk. We shared a bottle of Reisling with dinner, which made everything blend very nicely.
The restaurant’s soft light, quiet atmosphere and marvelous service made the evening one to remember. Prices were reasonable/moderate. We will be back.
Desiccated
Contours, Form & Color
Bell Pepper Underwear
The Forest in my Backyard
Late Afternoon Clover
Lemon Drop Martini
Every day
I promise myself
Only one
But then,
more often than intended,
I find myself
At the grocery store
Buying more lemons
But, not to worry
Lemons,
they say,
are good for you
Rose Bud
It’s been a couple month since my last post, it was dedicated to my friend Bob Dahl a poet and trout fisherman. He read the post, commented and a day or two later suffered a fatal heart attack. I pray that his spirit has found a peaceful, joyful place. I will forever miss him.
Trout Fishing
This is a photo of the Muskegon River, a couple miles upstream from Newaygo, Michigan. It was a favorite place to fish mostly because of its proximity to my home. This post is for my good friend, fly-fisherman, and poet, Bob Dahl, https://bob-dahl.com/
I know that feeling of great satisfaction while fly-fishing!
I’ve spent many days on trout streams catching absolutely nothing
After a long day it felt as if I had been there only minutes.
I would get lost in the craft of fly-casting,
in the nature of trees and water
wading against the unrelenting force of the river.
Those days were the most memorable – and successful – of my life.
It wasn’t so much about catching fish
as getting lost in the nothingness of myself.
Day-To-Day Photography 