Two cats and two dogs awaken me each and every morning without fail. The youngest, a Calico, is so aggressive, I finally give in to the paw tapping on my cheek, nose or ears. Today, we came across a rescue opportunity and had to weigh carefully whether we wanted to introduce yet another rescue into the mix. We passed on this one.
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A yard, neglected and forgotten because of life’s demands and distractions. Priorities demand the owner turn away from Springtime and past efforts to create a peaceful place. The peace is still there for the seeker. The beauty is there, but not seen now.
“Don’t let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden.”
The Banana Split, and its variations, is credited with its beginnings in a soda fountain in Latrobe, Pennsylvania in 1904 when an apprentice pharmacist named David Strickler concocted the Banana Split for young people to boost business. A whopping 10 cents was charged for the dessert. In short order the popularity of the dish spread.
Charles Rudolph Walgreen, who operated pharmacies in Chicago, adopted the dish as a centerpiece for Walgreen pharmacy soda fountains and the dessert became even more popular.
For a good many decades, I felt I was pretty attuned to music. Even with the Heavy Metal/Thrash/Doom craze in the NW, I was able to turn away toward the old standbys and still felt connected. But, somewhere along the line, I lost track of the local music scene. Music became less important and finally oldies stations became the norm. Now, I might know a music venue, but certainly not whose playing any longer.
That was evident today when I entered a pretty much empty tavern with PBR as the lead beer. The walls were papered with the same posters that seem to be nailed two inches thick on Portland telephone poles.
The windows looked out to concrete walls only inches away. Somehow the PBR, ice cold, tasted good. The barmaid with black hair and porcelain skin and black ink wasn’t typical Portland aloof. Maybe a good place for homework and lame questions.
Melt away please the pains I have caused in life. Melt away the regrets, the lies, the deceit of leading too many lives. Take away, fall away, disappear from my psyche, from their memories my selfish ways. Sorry isn’t enough. Forgiveness. Love. Melt away and allow the new………………
“It was just a weathered garden shed,
In the shadow of a tree,
With faded boards and sagging door,
But a wonderment to me.”
Do you remember the garden shed as a child? Was it dark, full of cobwebs and that certain smell of the earth and aging wood? Or clean, well lit and functional? No one in my neighborhood had anything but mysterious, dark, earthy smelling sheds. I recall stealing a kiss from a neighbor girl in a garden shed. It was all so mysterious and secretive then.
“Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.” Terry Pratchett
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. “ J.M. Barrie
“Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.” Jonathan Swift
“Use your imagination only on the future, never on the present or the past.” Adam Johnson
I have been intrigued by Salvation Mountain for a photographic experience for quite a few years. After several trips to the region over the years, I have yet to make it there. It would have been most interesting to be there while the creator of the site was alive. But, Leonard Knight passed on this past month. There are so many unique photography opportunities near the Salton Sea. We may yet make it to this area for exploration and bunch of ‘OMG’ exclamations.
“If somebody gave me $100,000 a week to move somewhere and live in a mansion and be a big shot, I’d refuse it,” he said. “I want to be right here. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
Leonard seemed to have his spiritual self dialed in and I am sure his spiritual self is still wafting about Salvation Mountain.