Monthly Archives: February 2016

Sculptor in the Sand

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Mario Gagnon is retired from his life as a hospital maintenance engineer in Quebec, but when we retire from our profession, we do not retire from our interests, and his lifetime fondness for what he calls “decorating” comes with him when he comes to the beach.  Like most of those camping beachside, he has made the palapa living area of his campsite “homely” in only one usage of the word.  From hammocks to wall sconces fashioned from fruiting bundles of palm trees, his environs are beautiful in addition to comfortable.

I revisited him yesterday, partially because I’d forgotten to take a picture of him when I met him on the second day I visited, but I was also there because of my curiosity over whether he altered his sculpture each day.  I did find him fussing with the tail of the iguana, but that was perhaps just staging for the bypasser who was currently taking his picture.  When the “interloper” (kidding) departed, it was my turn.

This time it was a female neighbor who translated for us and she explained to me something that I had not cottoned on to the first time we’d met.  “He can’t understand you because he is deaf and he can’t read your lips because he doesn’t speak English!  Formerly, I had thought his friend was interpreting only because of the language barrier, and when I spoke Spanish, thinking it was closer to French, it hadn’t helped much either. Trying to imagine what the beach would be like without its sounds to accompany it,  I asked him if he could feel the pounding of the surf. “Yes, he told me, “because I am deaf, my other senses are stronger.  When I smell a fire, I can tell how long ago it was lit, what is burning and what was used to start the fire.”

This dapper, handsome man was generous in sharing his art, his home away from home and his time.  Here are some of the pictures I took of his world:

(Please click on first photo to enlarge and view gallery.)

If you didn’t see the first segment I did on Mario’s wonderful beach sculpture of the iguana, to see it, go HERE.

Proud Flesh

Proud Flesh

If pride cometh before a fall,
it’s best if we aren’t proud at all.
Without pride, we’ll scale the heights––
take all the medals, win all the fights.

Hubris seems to be passé–
a quality that ruins our day.
So lest you wish your luck to crumble,
best practice how to be more humble!

 

Proud flesh is an excessive growth of granulation tissue that has the appearance of cauliflower. It usually develops over an open wound, and most often occurs in areas of excessive tension and motion. The swollen flesh surrounding a healing wound.http://www.doctorramey.com/proud-flesh/

The Prompt: Pat on the Back–Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.

Color Your World Mahogany

Color Your World Mahogany

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Bobino the cat always enjoys a good cigar after his nap.

http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/02/23/color-your-world-mahogany/

Rough Life––Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

Rough Life

People associate the sea with smooth sailing, but it has its roughs as well:  wood,  coral, tiny crabs, spined iguanas and even the ocean tides themselves.  Rough life.

 

(Click on first photo to enlarge and see gallery.)

Go HERE to see rough images by Cee and others.)

Dare I Tell How I Excel?

                                                judy 3

                                                     Dare I Tell How I Excel?

No matter how much we might admire ourselves, there is something off-putting about revealing the fact. For some reason, by pointing out our own good points, it makes others less likely to admire them.  The one place where this fact of life is not true is in the resume,  where we can revel fully in revealing to the world how absolutely wonderful we are.

Some of us exercise our right to brag by the family wall.  Here we can display our successes as well as the successes of the families we have raised and  dynasties we have sired via photographs that show us at our most beautiful and successful periods of our lives.  Pictures with presidents or other celebrities,  awards and impressive vacations may all rub shoulders on this family wall.  By placing them in a prominent place–in entryways, offices, studies or staircases––we insure that they call attention to themselves without having to actually do so orally.  Thus we retain our humble natures while more subtly revealing to the world what superior human beings we really are.

The Christmas letter is another invention wherein we seem to think it is perfectly acceptable to toot our own horn.  The result is probably a lot of mail that, once quickly scanned if read at all, is quickly relegated to lighting the Yule Log. How much good news goes up in conflagration during the holiday season has never been calculated, but I can imagine that a good many gain a bit of satisfaction by sending these notices of how well their friends’ lives are going up in smoke.

So, when given the opportunity by WordPress to extol my own virtues, I must demur.  Luckily, in this cyber age, we need not call attention to our own virtues, for Google is always there to do it for us.  If we are lucky enough to sport an uncommon name, both the laudatory and shameful facts of our lives are there for all to see for the price of a few moment’s time and a little patience in sorting through the hundreds of thousands of bits of information available when our names are typed into the subject bar.

It is true that most of these bits of information probably do not apply to us at all, but the search for the ones that do can be as satisfying as a scavenger hunt, and the prize is, that in addition to all the good bits, we get to dig out the little bits of scandal or failures as well.  And who doesn’t like a little bad news sprinkled in with the good?  It gives a certain flavor to a life, as well as comfort that perhaps our own life–as boring, humdrum and plain as it may seem in comparison––isn’t quite so bad after all.

The Prompt: Toot Your Horn–Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.

 

Black and White Sunday Light

Sunday Light

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https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2016/02/21/black-white-sunday-light/

What I Should Have Said

 

I wrote to this prompt two years ago. HERE is what I had to say about it then.

 

The Prompt: When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.

Symbiosis

Symbiosis

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Floating with close attention in the ocean’s swale,
When the fisherman throws his net, the pelican spreads his tail.

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When he empties out his net to gather up his bait,
the pelican shifts onto the shore, for another wait.

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No birds swoop in to grab his catch–neither from his hand
nor when they see a tiny fish drop upon the sand.

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You might think  the reason is because no pelican dares,
but I know the real reason, for the fisherman always shares.

(Please enlarge the below photos to full size by clicking on the first one.)

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/drawing-a-blank/

Whether it’s Cold. . .(Cee’s B and W Weather Challenge)

Whether it’s cold or whether it’s hot, we will have weather, whether or not.

(Click on first photo to enlarge and click on arrows to see other photos.)

http://ceenphotography.com/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge/

Mum’s the Word?––Flower of the Day, Feb. 22, 2016

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Mum’s the Word?

The gift is nice, I must admit.  I really do adore it,
and yet there is one factor that prompts me to abhor it.
It might be a mum or on the other hand, a daisy––
and going back and forth between the two just drives me crazy.
I know it’s not a marigold and not a pink carnation,
but lack of knowing what it is gives rise to consternation!

Go Here to view more flowers on Cee’s blog.