Admittedly, this is not my photograph. But witnessing the night launch of a SpaceX Falcon 9 from our balcony (about 35 miles from the pad) was not much unlike this. Awesome sight!
Manatee Day
Many years ago I bumped into a manatee with a sailboat keel (no propeller). I thought I had hit bottom. I don’t believe I injured the manatee, but I’ll never forget the look on its face.
I’ve always felt bad about it, so today I came to apologize. There were over 350 manatees here, but I’m pretty certain it was the one near the center of the photo (that haunting face).
Afterward, it was off to lunch in the old southern town of Deland, FL. What kind of sandwich does one have on Manatee Day? I dare not say.
Finite Sunrises
I try not to take these for granted.
Terror Of The Beach
Much to the displeasure of seagulls, I have pulled my vintage 1985 Schwinn Sierra mountain bike out of mothballs, accessorized it with bold whitewall knobby tires, and have taken, once again, to being the terror of the beach.
Note the stylish, vented racing gloves — a fashion statement all in themselves.
“I’m back, baby!”
Wilson The 8th
Who hasn’t wanted to have their picture taken with a beached buoy?
New Smyrna’s latest tourist attraction: a castaway from SC, two years adrift at sea. Everyone passing has their photo taken with it so, like a lemming, me too!
The Conversations From A Very Long Road Trip
Mar: “I don’t get you.”
Me: “Don’t be too hard on yourself, no one does.”
(some miles later)
Me: “I’ve got it! I’m a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”
Mar: “You’re a pain in the ass is what you are.”
Me: “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
(at this point, 2,100 miles still to go)
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