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I'm having some serious memory issues as of late. Both long and short term. Part of exercising my brain so it doesn't turn to oatmeal is going through old pictures and sharing what is happening in them. Recalling and reliving the memory, good or bad. I could just read more, or do a crossword or sudoku or something, but there's a difference between walking every day to get exercise, and lifting weights so long that your skin bleeds. Not only that but I know my sister is getting very old and a lot of these pictures will jog her fragile and failing mind as she hopelessly grasps at the last threads to what she thinks is "reality". So for once, you see, my rambling is an exercise in altruism, not self-centeredness.
Right, so
This is me. I'm 6-years-old here on my Dad's boat, "Fantasy". Aside from knowing the inside and out of that machine because I cleaned it countless times, I do remember that it was fun to be out on. I really looked forward to these short trips we would take to the delta somewhere around the Bay Area where I grew up. Here I am completely passed out asleep... or I am totally faking it. I enjoyed passing out in the sun on the boat because at that age I was already realizing the awesomeness of a nap. Also it was either totally peaceful just slowly rocking back and forth in the water, or a deafeningly loud hum/roar as it shot across the water with the bow up, and the stern punched into the water behind it as the Johnson outboard created this huge wake behind us. Either way if I wasn't sleeping to it, I was pretending to because I wanted to just be left alone for awhile. Out on the Fantasy, I was allowed that.
I remember the hat being very much that if-I-can't-see-you-than-you-can't-see-me sort of experience. Odd because to this day I hate wearing sunglasses.
INTERESTING FACT! : If you're steering an outboard by literally moving the motor itself with your hand, then to head right, you steer left and vice versa. I did NOT realize this when my Dad first let me drive. I might have been 8 at the time. He told me to go left and I'm a smart kid and know which way 'left' is so I point it left, like a steering wheel. And, no. Wrong way. And no, not so sharp a turn. I almost capsized us. I remember that.
I remember the boat had a Johnson motor and yet my Dad talked all the time about how awesome Evinrude was. I was always confused why we didn't have an Evinrude then. But they never did let me have a Member's Only jacket in Jr. High either. Instead I got the knock-off "Charter Member" one. ...I was that kid.
The water in the delta was filthy.
This one time at the delta I sliced the bottom of my foot open playing in the water there on some broken glass. I bled a lot. There were sharks circling as it was Shark Week. They took me to the ER where a nurse poured some sort of liquid-ice over it to numb the cut while she took a wire brush to it to clean it out. No lie. Oh and the liquid-ice stuff did not work for shit.
This is one very smart cat! Taking a nap in the shade while fools like me are too busy walking around in the heat sightseeing.
Seen in the tiny, beautiful Anafiotika neighborhood right below the Acropolis, home to many feral cats.
The black-naped monarch or black-naped blue flycatcher (Hypothymis azurea) is a slim and agile passerine bird belonging to the family of monarch flycatchers. They are sexually dimorphic with males having a distinctive black patch on the back of the head and a narrow black half collar ("necklace") while the female is duller and lacks the black markings. They have a call that is similar to that of the Asian paradise flycatcher and in tropical forest habitats pairs may join mixed-species foraging flocks. Populations differ slightly in plumage colour and sizes.
Yuba sleeping on (one of his many) his nest on Naomi's sweater and my shirt. He always sleeps before cat soup time to make his he has enough energy to eat quickly.
Angel in a basket...
Strobist: Nikon SB-800 boomed overhead in a Lastolite Ezybox, Nikon SB-800 with a dome diffuser, behind the basket pointed at the background, both triggered with the pop up flash via CLS
The Normaal Amsterdams Peil (NAP) or Amsterdam Ordnance Datum - the standard for elevation in the Netherlands and much of western europe. There is a museum about it in the Amsterdam city hall.
05.06.19
Black Naped Terns
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We decide to give Slush a break and he proceeds to take a little nap to rejuvenate himself.
Southwest Roadtrip, Day 8