tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20486422510659565042024-03-13T07:41:44.063-04:00FORT LAUDERDALE DAILY PHOTOA DAILY PHOTOGRAPH FROM "THE VENICE OF AMERICA"
NOW ON SUMMER VACATION IN HARBOR SPRINGS, MICHIGANB SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.comBlogger448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-17691476103362462132010-12-02T00:01:00.000-05:002010-12-02T00:01:01.177-05:00ANOTHER SIGN OF THE TIMES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPcMmWPLNLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V-LMPBeGXO4/s1600/DSC00553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPcMmWPLNLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V-LMPBeGXO4/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545915319073846450" /></a>This is a shot of The Las Olas Riverfront project. It is a complex of theaters, restaurants, and retail shops. It is also in bankruptcy. While the economy contributed to it's demise, it was not the only factor. If it were located a mere two blocks east, it would be located in an area that is thriving. Location, location, location! It may well have been the jewel in revitalization undertaking instead of a parking garage which seems to be it's future. As Joni Mitchell said, "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-81763918512743745242010-12-01T00:01:00.000-05:002010-12-01T00:01:00.199-05:00THEME DAY - TIME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPXD66IqeOI/AAAAAAAABGI/dEtwNgQcegI/s1600/DSC00628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPXD66IqeOI/AAAAAAAABGI/dEtwNgQcegI/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545553932982057186" /></a>WELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME!<a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/themes_archive.php?tid=52">Click here to view thumbnails for all participants</a>B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-66479533951591839942010-11-30T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-30T00:01:02.908-05:00GREAT PIPES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPRr_Qeg_9I/AAAAAAAABF4/7e9HrMa1mXQ/s1600/DSC00543.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TPRr_Qeg_9I/AAAAAAAABF4/7e9HrMa1mXQ/s400/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175775698812882" /></a>I was sitting around the house the other day, moving a little slow after Thursday's delectables, when I heard this heavenly sound coming from outside. Employing my cat-like reflexes, I was able to get a shot of this bird. I'm not sure what kind he is but he sure can sing. My staff was no help, the often mistake a sparrow for a penguin.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-50824024498646167742010-11-25T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-25T00:01:00.166-05:00FIND THE HIDDEN TURKEY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TO3VODP5hPI/AAAAAAAABFw/j4c9lFbvY1o/s1600/DSC02204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TO3VODP5hPI/AAAAAAAABFw/j4c9lFbvY1o/s400/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543321153729823986" /></a>Showing the Thanksgiving Manatee is like going to grandma's house for dinner. OK! So you never met my grandmother. Regardless, best wishes for a joyous holiday to all of you in the blogosphere.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-77862344815128869962010-11-24T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-24T00:01:00.152-05:00GREEN BEFORE IT WAS POPULAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOyFaiY5kZI/AAAAAAAABFo/CIFiiXHxs6Y/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOyFaiY5kZI/AAAAAAAABFo/CIFiiXHxs6Y/s400/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542951932340572562" /></a>Let's try something different today. Let's play, "Find The Lizard." If you find him, you will win a free quote on your auto insurance.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-14846122555057382052010-11-23T00:01:00.001-05:002010-11-23T00:01:00.363-05:00HE MAY SMELL BUT HE HAS NICE SHOES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOsvQ20bjSI/AAAAAAAABFg/xqHHfOsswww/s1600/DSC01346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOsvQ20bjSI/AAAAAAAABFg/xqHHfOsswww/s400/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542575733049363746" /></a>Most people think our alligators are only in the Everglades;not true. They frequent many urban areas and have been known to frequent many of our local watering holes. The problem with gators is that they don't know when they have had too much to drink. They get a "snoot full" and then they tend to lose their snoot (or snout). Take this fellow, he must have had more than his share and voila, missing snoot. Gators don't know when to say when!B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-75202446513709730922010-11-22T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-22T00:01:02.543-05:00SCHOOL'S OUT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOnjbPxscYI/AAAAAAAABFY/oXrN3bg9poA/s1600/DSC02190.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOnjbPxscYI/AAAAAAAABFY/oXrN3bg9poA/s400/DSC02190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542210873687044482" /></a>This is a fish just standing on the side of the road, minding his own business. An unusual sight, to be sure, for an urbanite such as myself. Being acquainted with the pulse of the city, I knew enough not to go up and ask him why he was standing there. Fish don't like to be confronted out of their element. Then I saw the school bus approaching, and it all began to make sense.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-30771041838501456632010-11-18T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-18T00:01:01.980-05:00EARLY TREE HUGGER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOScNSTRf6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/PsmRhalcrsI/s1600/DSC01319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOScNSTRf6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/PsmRhalcrsI/s400/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540725193637461922" /></a>I came across this mural on a house just the other day. I fail to get the symbolism. Feel free to decipher the hidden meaning.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-22701298398634072992010-11-17T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-17T00:01:02.581-05:00AN OUNCE OF PREVENTION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TONK_uCfJmI/AAAAAAAABFI/WrlaLQmLNBc/s1600/DSC02136.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TONK_uCfJmI/AAAAAAAABFI/WrlaLQmLNBc/s400/DSC02136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354425146517090" /></a>Seriously now! Do you really need another reason NOT to pick-up hitchhikers?B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-86785130330404615332010-11-15T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-15T00:01:01.877-05:00THE ALLURE OF THE SEAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOCrqEeQiOI/AAAAAAAABFA/k_1abNS9Gt0/s1600/OasisAeriaL440.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TOCrqEeQiOI/AAAAAAAABFA/k_1abNS9Gt0/s400/OasisAeriaL440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539616280909220066" /></a>This is <a href="http://www.royalcaribbean.com/findacruise/ships/class/ship/home.do?shipCode=AL">THE ALLURE OF THE SEAS</a>. Click this link to see all that she has to offer, should you be interested. This is a shot of her arrival in Fort Lauderdale a couple of days ago on her maiden voyage. She is the largest cruise ship in the world. The Allure takes the title from her sister ship, THE OASIS OF THE SEAS, that debuted here last year. You may click this <a href="http://www.oasisoftheseas.com/video.php?ship=allure">link</a> to see a video of the two ships side by side. I don't have the photographer's name who deserves credit for this shot. Whether you are a "cruiser" or not, it is a beautiful sight!B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-72019265226792550182010-11-11T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-11T00:01:02.584-05:00I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE, SOMEONE IS WATCHING ME...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNtjmGp0gJI/AAAAAAAABE4/XoTQ8jLqtC0/s1600/DSC00579.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNtjmGp0gJI/AAAAAAAABE4/XoTQ8jLqtC0/s400/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538129673054355602" /></a>Do you ever have a feeling you can't shake. That very strange sensation that someone is watching you. You turn quickly and look around but, nothing. Yet the felling will not leave you. Somebody is looking! But, where?B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-36400956832257687972010-11-10T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-10T00:01:01.232-05:00TURNAROUND IS FAIR PLAY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNoRNhDkrbI/AAAAAAAABEw/iLSyNleJ9Wc/s1600/DSC02194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNoRNhDkrbI/AAAAAAAABEw/iLSyNleJ9Wc/s400/DSC02194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537757615714774450" /></a>I pulled into a gas station the other day to fill up. I saw this fellow just standing there, so I went over to see if he needed some assistance. He just kept mumbling something about a trade. At first, I thought he was enamored with he new staff car which was gathering more than a few stares:He kept saying , "trade?" I told him the car was still in a trial period, so technically, it wasn't mine to trade. "No," he grumbled. "Not car, I trade you pumpkin for Manhattan." After considerable thought, I agreed. He has taken possession of Manhattan and I have a lovely pumpkin that will make several pies. I think I got the better of the deal.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-37381501837811223812010-11-09T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-09T00:01:00.111-05:00ACT II, SCENE III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNjEG8iDDVI/AAAAAAAABEo/eNR3DEHvJU8/s1600/DSC00459.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNjEG8iDDVI/AAAAAAAABEo/eNR3DEHvJU8/s400/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537391365459217746" /></a>You know, I've often wondered why the faces in statues like this always appear to be so distressed. I guess have your head removed and then put on a stick will cause that to happen. She seems so unassuming;must be a good actress. Maybe it was just their fate.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-60406295681034046562010-11-08T00:01:00.000-05:002010-11-08T00:01:04.567-05:00NOT A GUPPY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNdswKsfjpI/AAAAAAAABEg/SOz_vWMT-Xc/s1600/DSC02193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNdswKsfjpI/AAAAAAAABEg/SOz_vWMT-Xc/s400/DSC02193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537013841635806866" /></a>Another addition to our Big Fish Series. I can't say that I have ever caught a fish that looked like this. He's definitely not a Rainbow Trout although he is certainly colorful. He's not a Redfish nor a Bluefish although I suspect he has relatives in both families.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-76764777939824298372010-11-05T00:01:00.000-04:002010-11-05T00:01:02.248-04:00NOT OF SIGHT OR SOUND BUT OF MIND<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNNsLyLsRFI/AAAAAAAABEY/CMzTfoXWXLM/s1600/DSC02132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNNsLyLsRFI/AAAAAAAABEY/CMzTfoXWXLM/s400/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535887316673643602" /></a>Look up, look down, look all around, heck look into the Third, Fourth, or Fifth Dimension if you have to. They really are here you know! This sign proves it.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-1511757768293082542010-11-03T00:01:00.000-04:002010-11-03T00:01:02.834-04:00QUITE A TROPHY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNDTvbAFphI/AAAAAAAABEQ/f5TTCLTE5s4/s1600/DSC02185.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TNDTvbAFphI/AAAAAAAABEQ/f5TTCLTE5s4/s400/DSC02185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535156753693779474" /></a>While I was in the North Country a couple of weeks ago, I was shocked to see the it was Moose Hunting Season. I, being a fan of NORTHERN EXPOSURE, have always assumed that moose have an exalted status almost like an endangered specie. Imagine my shock upon discovering Moose Season means something entirely different in Canada. Be careful of gun totting moose while up north, you may not live to regret it.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-4010741537509589792010-11-02T00:01:00.000-04:002010-11-02T00:01:02.976-04:00SHE WAS A BIT STIFF<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TM97YDGWfCI/AAAAAAAABEI/YpYX8qioIfg/s1600/DSC02197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TM97YDGWfCI/AAAAAAAABEI/YpYX8qioIfg/s400/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534778120140651554" /></a>I found these wood carvings at a store in Canada. They aren't the typical thing you would expect to see at a small store. I thought they were interesting and, besides, I haven't been able to get out to shoot much. The staff is a little afraid of the Halloween season.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-22871474696724737302010-11-01T00:01:00.000-04:002010-11-01T00:01:05.198-04:00THEME DAY-PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TM4swCxnflI/AAAAAAAABEA/3gE2Yaf6UHg/s1600/IMG_1224.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TM4swCxnflI/AAAAAAAABEA/3gE2Yaf6UHg/s400/IMG_1224.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534410195975241298" /></a>A new mural depicting and old form of transportation.<a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/themes_archive.php?tid=51">Click here to view thumbnails for all participants</a>B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-51704724726224228912010-10-29T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-29T00:01:00.906-04:003 DUECES AND A FOUR-SPEED<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMoukjIsaAI/AAAAAAAABD4/t_-JkNDDFwE/s1600/IMG_3905.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMoukjIsaAI/AAAAAAAABD4/t_-JkNDDFwE/s400/IMG_3905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533286297619949570" /></a>The staff and I were out doing a little shopping the other day. We were suddenly distracted by the sounds of a vehicle racing down the street. It screeched to a halt right in front of us. A women got out wearing a large pointed hat and apologized for the racket. She said a big event was taking place in a couple of days and she had so much to do before then. She politely asked if we would keep an eye on her ride as she was having problems with the starter and didn't want to turn off the ignition. We obliged and asked if she wouldn't mind our taking a photo of it for today's blog. "Of course not, my pretties," she replied. Such a nice lady.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-64191719996204092052010-10-28T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-28T00:01:00.095-04:00FRED LANTERN, JACK'S BROTHER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMjXORdTDvI/AAAAAAAABDw/w3KB4eMOt40/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMjXORdTDvI/AAAAAAAABDw/w3KB4eMOt40/s400/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532908782429081330" /></a>They sure didn't have pumpkins like this when I was a kid.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-67581561532890656662010-10-27T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-27T00:01:01.418-04:00HOT TAMALE, CHILI TOMORROW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMeLBW49D8I/AAAAAAAABDo/EO8j6-7RmLo/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMeLBW49D8I/AAAAAAAABDo/EO8j6-7RmLo/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532543522688536514" /></a>Saw this weather station in Canada a couple of weeks back. After studying it for a while I concluded that it is highly accurate. We can learn a lot from those people that would increase the accuracy of our own weather people.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-29649898936119676712010-10-26T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-26T00:01:03.563-04:00A LEAP OF FAITH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMY-fYHdG8I/AAAAAAAABDg/adcQajejmWA/s1600/DSC02032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMY-fYHdG8I/AAAAAAAABDg/adcQajejmWA/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532177901041818562" /></a>This is an interesting wood sculpture I found in the country. A leaping deer, nicely reproduced. If you enlarge the photo, you will see he has an admirer. We should all be so lucky.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-60639822117384946742010-10-25T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-25T00:01:01.711-04:00A LONG RIDE HOME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMTtVWWsynI/AAAAAAAABDY/V70TIFnetyY/s1600/DSC01673.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TMTtVWWsynI/AAAAAAAABDY/V70TIFnetyY/s400/DSC01673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531807193351637618" /></a>One of the interesting things about being of the road are the interesting people you meet. We met this fellow who said he lost his horse and needed a ride. We obliged and spent many hours listening to his stories about the "Old West" and how things have changed. I asked if he was from Texas or some other area of the Southwest. "No," he replied. I'm from the West Village. We let him out at the next exit. You meet a lot of strange people on the road!B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-60430194907140284642010-10-18T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-18T00:01:00.279-04:00AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TLuzSg1LXdI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ywJpJLFm5LE/s1600/IMG_4703.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TLuzSg1LXdI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ywJpJLFm5LE/s400/IMG_4703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529210098159410642" /></a>We had our annual Fall staff party last night. It was a tremendous success;much was accomplished. After a few too many jello shots, our Vice-President of Accounting got a little out of control. As the above photo confirms, I'm not exaggerating. Well, the local powers that be were called and suggested we leave. It was actually more like an order. They also hinted it would be a good idea if we left the state. So, we will be packing up our temporary staff car and heading back to sunny Fort Lauderdale tomorrow morning. Actually, they said they would give us 24 hours before coming after us. See you next week if our "getting is good." Good-bye Michigan!B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048642251065956504.post-50987952761753675362010-10-15T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-15T00:01:01.009-04:00HERE DOGGIE, DOGGIE, DOGGIE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TLe8A288N2I/AAAAAAAABDE/bFCFyizBnhY/s1600/IMG_4728.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GulMiIS_tzQ/TLe8A288N2I/AAAAAAAABDE/bFCFyizBnhY/s400/IMG_4728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528093790557714274" /></a>The staff and I were taking a nice drive in the woods yesterday. It was a beautiful Fall day and we wanted to get away from the demands of our blog. So, we are taking in the beautiful Fall colors when we glance to the side and see this thing in the woods. I still don't know what it was. You must consider, we weren't near anything. After taking several photos we all decided to beat a hasty retreat to our offices. We had enough for one day. The woods can be a very scary place.B SQUAREDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12510619553483917078noreply@blogger.com25