A SMATTERING OF PHOTOS TONIGHT LEFT OVER FROM SUNDAY MORNINGS DRIVE TO VULTURE PEAK….RAVEN’S ROOST AT THE CONGRESS GAS STATION
Sunday afternoon’s strong gusting Southwest winds blew a whole herd of dark ominous storm clouds flecked with rumbles of thunder by us Sunday night. Overnight skies mostly cleared leaving us with a high wispy cloud cover this morning which by afternoon became heavier & temps dropped into the upper 50’s. However, warmer temps are due in on the midnight express.
Kelly headed off to Wickenburg’s Pioneer Title Company first thing to pick up a new set of ‘house sale’ papers. Of course the title company already has all our information but we do have to fill out the paper work again & start anew. At present we have 2 offers on the table & will decide shortly if we will go with one of those offers or return next October & begin the selling process all over again.
THOSE 2 WHITE DOTS AT THE BASE OF THE DATE CREEK MOUNTAINS ARE THE WATER TANKS ABOUT A BLOCK FROM OUR HOUSE IN CONGRESS….300mm PHOTO TAKEN FROM THE VULTURE PEAK AREA
Waiting has never been one of my strong points whether it’s waiting in a line-up, waiting for weather to change, waiting at a traffic light or waiting for a decision to be made. And of course once a decision is made I always like to pounce on it right away instead of sitting around waiting to make that decision happen. That waiting stuff makes me a very restless person at times & needless to say I am very restless at the moment.
SUNDAY’S RED TAIL HAWK NEAR VULTURE PEAK
Saw this on Twitter today & could readily identify with what it said, "A writer is a writer not because they write well & easily, because they have amazing talent, or because everything they do is golden. A writer is a writer because, even when there is no hope, even when nothing they do shows any sign of promise, they keep on writing anyway". Thought that kinda summed things for a few of we blogger folks out here:))
SURE HAD A SLEEPY LITTLE DOGGY BY THE TIME WE GOT HOME SUNDAY
After reading the ‘a writer is a writer’ piece on Twitter today it got me to thinking. Am I a writer or a blogger. Are they the same thing or greatly different & if so who & what determines that. Well it was off to the internet with me & I found this interesting piece entitled, ‘Who Am I? A writer or a blogger?’ Just as I am not comfortable calling myself a photographer I have never been comfortable calling myself a writer either. The word blogger fits me fine & I’m as comfortable with that as being called just a guy with a camera.
CLOSE UP OF VULTURE PEAK
Have you ever stepped up to the mirror & wrecked your face?? I did that this morning when I was having at myself with an electric shaver. It was by no means the first time I’d cut one sideburn an inch shorter than the other or lobsided my moustache enough to give a noticeable slant to my head. This mornings escapade was to unevenly gouge out my recently slimmed down chin beard to a point where it was totally unsalvageable. Walked around all day with uneven sideburns, a lobsided head & a tattered looking chin beard. This afternoon it was back to the mirror in hopes of righting the wrongs. Sideburns are now sorta kinda even, moustache is debatably leveled up & the chin beard is noticeably missing in action but now I got an even bigger problem. One glance in the mirror told me instantly why I had covered up the lower part of my face in the first place many years ago. Eeeee Gads my mouth is noticeably crooked, my chin nearly meets my bottom lip & the whole area has aged immeasurably since I last saw it as a much younger man. First thing Tuesday morning I’m going to drive back out to Vulture Peak where I saw those cows Sunday & grab me a handful of cow manure. I figure if I smear some of that fertilizer on my chin it will speed up & stimulate some fast hair growth & I can quickly get that lower part of my face covered up with white hair again before I have to go out in public. Well that’s what I figure anyway………..
GROANER’S CORNER:(( A yuppie opened the door of his BMW, when suddenly a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the yuppie was complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious BMW. "Officer, look what they've done to my Beeeemer!!!" he whined. "You yuppies are so materialistic, you make me sick!!!" retorted the officer, "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, that you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off!!!" Oh my gaaad...", replied the yuppie, finally noticing the bloody left shoulder where his arm once was, "Where's my Rolex!!!!!"