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Bill
01/03/21
Redington Beach, FL., for those of you who have never been there, is a long strip of hotels, motels, condos, and tourist resorts with a beach on its outside border. If you want to do Florida Tourist and the traditional hangout at the beach, it is great. Just enough bars and restaurants to make evenings interesting but not overwhelming. If you are looking for something other than the Florida Tourist experience, not so much. On the side away from the beach are very nice island resort-style residential areas; lots of Florida homes with boats tied up out back.
Walking down the street bordering the beach, some local signs rendered as paintings or drawings:
Finally, a cautionary notice
March 27, 2021
Reddington Beach, FL
March 27, 2021
February 2-13, 2021
01/29/21
(lights courtesy of Jodi)
Playing with my new FE 2.8/16-35 GM Sony lens.
All handheld with available light (and a little help from PerfectlyClear)
December 31. 2020
For those of you unfamiliar, Marco Island is a small landmass of hotels, condos, and very nice vacation houses with a little bit of beach around the edges.
November 27, 2020
Gators
Airboat and swamp buggy scenics
Wootens
11/28/20
Just outside our front door.
November 12, 2020
November 11, 2020
Tampa, FL
November 8, 2020
We spent, as did the rest of the world, the better part of five months going nowhere. At home protecting ourselves and others from The Evil Virus. In September we ran away for several days to a rented house in Cedar Key, FL.
A nasty side affect of being cooped up so long and then set free was the irresistible urge to shoot way too many sunsets and sunrises.
Sunsets
Sunrises
September, 2020
Under the House we were staying at was a long- unused Party/ Rec Room
September, 2020
An old-time traditional business ends.
For those of you interested in such things,
The Big Watermelon tent has been a landmark coming into Tallahassee, FL on Highway 19 for a lot of years.
Usually, one to three old guys sitting in the folding chairs watching the world go by.
I do not remember seeing actual watermelons.
October 14, 2020
September 23, 2020
In the midst of the Pandemic, new neighbors moved in.
A Flock of Ducks,
A Raft of Ducks,
A Team of Ducks,
A Paddling of Ducks
It started as just a couple of Ducks checkin' out the neighborhood,
but quickly grew to six
And gradually, as the word spread, six became many
Until we are inundated with Ducks
(24 counted the other day)
They are all relatively well- behaved, excepting the occasional
Duck Squabble, and periodic
Quack-a-thon.
Mostly they just walk around,
hiding under a tree in the mid-day sun,
and disappearing into the Preserve at night.
Surprisingly, they spend very little time in the pond.
One thing we have learned about ducks,
they don't have the sense to hide in a thunderstorm,
Basically ignoring the wisdom,
Ducks in the Rain
September, 2020
Between "the Covid" and surgery, the only Hither and Yon posting I can give you is around the house...
Drainboard Jenga
(yes, it really is how our drainboard looked... well, maybe a couple of things strategically placed))
Ever looked at the very small instructions that occasionally come inserted in deliveries?
We know that very little is actually made here anymore, most of it comes from over there. So bad grammar and poor syntax have become staples (fire killer?).
But really, no English SpellCheck?
ethaonl
wihout
tecommended
Another example, this one is a small cardboard insert.
The grammar and text aren't bad,
but think about it:
A family business that has to print in both Chinese and English? That's a fairly far reach!
Or is it just me that finds it strange?
Two Instacart grocery deliveries, each with a pound of butter for Ruth's baking.
The end of an era in two weeks.
Not a clue what this is. It appeared one day on a counter. Very small, the wood grain is the fine grain of our dining room table. Not sure what it is made of... some kind of smooth fiber, maybe very thin plastic.
I have been looking at it for a couple of months now, occasionally moving it around, and have no idea what it is, where it came from or how it got here.
One of the mysteries of life.
4th of July was very strange this year.
All the big fireworks shows, that we watched from the house, were cancelled. There were almost no family fireworks going off around us. Even the booms that accompanied the evening were subdued.
Two really bad pictures sum up the evening...
Someone set off a single aerial a long way from us.
The moon and clouds were the most dramatic display of the evening.
July, 2020
The Story of our Small Effort to help local business and our community.
I am fortunate enough to work in an Essential business that has stayed open throughout the Pandemic while we sheltered in place. Unfortunately, COVID-19 decided to come to town after a lot of our years have passed, so Ruth and I are considered in a high-risk group. Over the last month, we have journeyed from our residence only to take walks and go to our cluster mailbox (those of you who know Ruth may be asking yourselves, "How is Bill still alive?" That is a story for another time).
The result is a lot of waiting for the end of the rainbow.
Watching the news, seeing all the support for first responders, and the plight of local small businesses is a helpless feeling because we can't be "out there." More than a few years ago, I apprenticed and worked in restaurants and catering. The low margins and the resulting depressed wages exist to this day. It is terribly hard to go without work when you are living week-to-week or even day-to-day. Anyway, here we are sitting in relative comfort, unable to go out and help while both our communities and small businesses suffer—a bit of a guilt trip.
Ruth and I needed to do something. We talked about a favorite local restaurant that is trying to survive doing carry-out when their strength, along with great food, is the ambiance of the restaurant. We also talked about first-responders working long hours under challenging conditions who also have to find ways to eat.
It wasn't a big leap to combine the two.
We reached out to Giuseppe, the owner of Casa Cosenza in Oldsmar, and talked to him about giving them a pile... a small pile... of money to use to feed first responders. He and his wife were all over it. They contacted a local hospital to organize a food delivery for 40 / 50 first responders.
There is a commentary to the story: we need to be always mindful that these are unprecedented times, changing the world as we know it; making life hard for millions of men, women, and families. As always occurs in times of adversity, along with the loss and hardship, some step up, often at risk and sacrifice to themselves, to help and render aid. It is too easy to listen to the Talking Heads and just sit around, bemoaning our fate. If everyone who can moves away from their arbitrarily- designated comfort zone and reaches out however they can, we will all be improved for it and in a better place when the New Normal finally defines itself. Do something.
Birds at Sunrise
January, 2020