Let there be light. In circles.
There should be someone there.
Friends now gone.
Waiting for love.
Where we were.
Speaking of tongues…
Let’s be honest here: I’ve heard just about everything that can be said by humans and I can’t imagine it’s any different in Italian or Greek or Ukrainian than it is in English. So, if I could learn any language I wanted to, I would choose Doggese.
Why? Because I think my pooch has a unique perspective on life and the world that I might actually learn from. There’s a healthy detachment from all the crap that ties we humans up in knots. All he worries about is dinner, walkies and being loved, and maybe a nice place to nap.
I suspect people all over the world could learn from that kind of simplicity.
Let’s see, tea, coffee, butter, potatoes, fudge, shallots, garlic, onion, and water.
This is the challenge of the day: In the spirit of waste-not-want-not, I need a recipe for a casserole made from these ingredients.
Choose a viand, or go viand-less – it’s up to you.
You may choose one other ingredient.
Ready. Set. Go.
Sometimes it’s not the house right next door which we need to think about. Sometimes it’s our other neighbours, our fellow city-zens, our friends and confreres. This was the case last June in Calgary when massive mountain rains exacerbated snow melts to produce swollen and overflowing rivers. Hundreds and even thousands of houses, cars, trucks, apartments and businesses were damaged or destroyed. In many ways things have still not returned to normal around here.
The impressive thing for me, though, wasn’t the event itself but the way the residents – the neighbours – of the affected communities banded together. Even many of those who were not directly affected by the water dropped what they were doing to help those who were. Some took all their vacation time, sandbagging before the event but also demolition once the damage was done – clean-up, and even some rebuilding. This I know was hot, hard work in the steamy Alberta summer, made even worse by the nature of the materials people were working in. I heard many stories of complete strangers showing up on people’s doorsteps asking how they could help, and in some cases even people who were victims themselves sacrificed their own needs to help their neighbours.
Years from now it won’t be the flood I remember, it’ll be the people, and how they pulled together to help each other. It won’t be all the water, but the deluge of compassion shown by complete strangers.
Ultimately, we’re all neighbours.
You can get more information on the floods here.
Perfect, I thought, as I read the weekly photo challenge over for the second time. All I have to do is take a picture of myself and put it out there for the world to see. Heck, even I can do something like that.
I was in the truck at the time so I got my camera out. I turned it around, and pushed with my thumb on the snapper thingy – you know, because it was backwards. Of course, just at that moment we hit a bump and, wouldn’t you know it, I got uncapped.
Now Rusty would tell you it’s all for the best, but I think that I’m the cute one.
This was taken at Superstition Mountain, east of Mesa, Arizona.
Looking at these machines makes me realize that there’s a birth and a death to everything. Here, ideas gave birth to experiments, which led to construction and use. Then the idea died, or the need did, or the market moved on, and the result is a decaying machine in a field of decaying machines, a testament to dreams brushed aside.
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