I'm Back And I'm Viewtiful

Hello.

Apart from working lots of overtime to pay off the extravagant avionics upgrade for the airplane, and the trip to Italy, I have been compromised on two fronts with internet issues. Those who care to are heartily invited to inquire via email. Oh, I'd be only too happy to make like an abandoned rock quarry and-----fill you in. Thanks for not giving up on me. I love my peeps. That said, let's get started.....

At the beach recently, I was trying out the new picturer on some seagulls. I was discovered by Juniper's eldest, Chellbelle on her lunch break from high school. The instant she showed up with what seagulls consider a delicacy (anything they can fit, or reduce to fitting, in their mouthes) the floodgates opened. You'd have thought Mr. Hitchcock was doing the sequel of The Birds. I will use The Belle as my assistant in future pictorial forays, to be sure.






Sheer terror on the young lady's face tells the story well...

"Another seagull?," she cried? "No," I shouted----"DUCK!"








My friend Don buzzed my house today in his Piper Tri Pacer. Again, this is the picturer's debut picturing such an event. In the past the HP Photosmart R707 point-and-shoot took way too long to refresh. These images are so clear that I can see Don in the cockpit in some of the frames I snapped. Here you can see the ribbing under the wings and fuselage poking through the fabric covered airplane. Yes, fabric folks. Not metal. In the second shot you can find the plane about to emerge from between a couple branches of a Doug Fir in the front of my house. In the third frame, you can see what happened last night, and what took most of the day to mostly melt away. I still have a goodly amount in the yard. But the branches are brown again.











For a second there, I thought I actually saw two that were exactly alike. But then I noticed a subtle difference and am once again a subscriber to the axiom that no two ARE alike. I'm still looking though...



Yes, it is true. You've heard it all your lives but wondered if in fact it was a fact. Well here is proof: U.S. Highway 20 DOES begin in Newport, Oregon and DOES end in Boston, Mass.



These girls were in my yard one morning. I had heard three rifle reports nearby in the woods and learned later that it was the closing weekend of the Roosevelt Elk Coast Range Rifle Season. Spike or better, these cows and their yearlings were safe. You can see their apprehension. You can also see sunlight in the diaphanous nostril of one elk. That was a gift I hadn't realized was there until I enlarged the photo.



The elk filed up the front side of my hilltop and emerged to cross the driveway for the big huddle in the yard, planning on what to do and where to go next. Say hello to Cow #8 (see right ear adornment).




And say hello to Cow #9...




A few days ago I swung by the beach near the Sand Bar (yes, Cheesy...your favorite steamer clam joint) to get this one....