Another American Adventure

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Looks like John caught supper tonight!

John says that these fish were caught in the lake at Westinghouse!

Here he is trying his line in Slippery Rock Creek at McConnell's Mill. No word about whether there were any bites.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Tree Trimming Time Again

This blog is so long that it covers our tree trimming a 2nd time! The first one is in March 2011 HERE. The branches were hanging low and in the street, covering the street lights. Now we're ready for the weather!

Busch Wildlife Sanctuary

Fish and water sites

Cleaning the fish that were caught on the Blue Heron (fishing boat) on Saturday morning. Pelicans get the grubby stuff.

raviolis!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

summer photos

This is what was on my camera and phone. Time to move on ...

This is where I go for contemplative prayer on Wednesday afternoons ... (Our Lady of Florida Spiritual Center) ...

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

fotos from a rainy week

Good days for movie at the Mos'art and reading on the back porch ...

(re-reading "The Power of Now" - Eckart Tolle)

Unexpected visit to the dentist (ugh)

the way to the dentist ...

Friends at church ...

Maureen talks to the TV cameras ...

While the activists publicly oppose the public killing that is being done by the state of Florida.

"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.