tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77174055482050264772023-12-27T17:25:19.686-05:00Why? What Have You Heard?"It's not courage if you're not terrified." - D. Blagdan<hr width="75%" size="1">
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - NietzscheMojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2828125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-4367063641056423482023-05-01T05:00:00.020-04:002023-05-01T05:00:00.131-04:00Happy the Thirteenth!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Thirteen Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntJgakZBZ00B-uoQiKWa-p6p1zsjzpdafjAwXmqBQ87GExwuu6uBAXg9p4t_SBZc_KyHMFxg52L4PzB60yJBgugdVuZdcddiAjzgtBXziYMjsrgpHkQIpWDqC0gKTG-zqekYOYfwcfUT6Y2F0QJpKBBU_EXNi-Pyy1pY9YaVw5EWTg5zW6bLrHMSypw/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG" target="_blank">
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Baker's Dozen<br />
Bad luck you say?<br />
Not from where I'm sitting.<br />
I don't believe in superstition,<br />
Or luck, for that matter.<br />
But I believe in you.<br />
I believe in love.<br />
And most of all,<br />
I believe in us.<br />
Turns out<br />
We're pretty good at this.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-70437793462686254902022-05-01T05:00:00.006-04:002022-05-01T05:00:00.197-04:00Happy Anniversary! Remember This?<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Twelve Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/zzalsAjhNazluXmpXo_OZ7rz4AGUDtNo9Wr0CUKh4k137U6Fh5_0r-28MXR6XA1BuxeEUx1hX2KX5aCjFmuNSYqlmoK6ulG64jw8aqLWRFDo_DX168zT2ruHoHc86PkcOtUfaSQ9ChOimm9v7_Uh-I3RzfN1BbpvkTLzBmox8ohWK6SPT8wVasmRhmQAFsEjTiZSHzOWHL0687JX0tWScMelOYp6j-1xWQ64MkHv-4ea9K3arMgeHLK1B5ZP_wcPipcZaKoljI7XgixfQ-rNdEoeiXKVD3k_uOEruKyIHTCxV5XqObZs_BhnNhu6NqhdZAQUs4e3meB3u69plqkV1nXcXOAElk0BeIjsl5ngIpbhyyuE9MGPzW8k0WkoRIDMgr_-MXP4ZHAWI_1wVl9XjOrnYE50YNTb88hXeLvAJklZecyu_yGaSlKGB6qrty-RNb-CAQTWTiZGdZApv8__2xL_RS8N4kPSBdkqpKoLnwucQO0SJYEzF4-XoGDSFxhWP-k-ckzMwtzQDKfaygEa3_4Kasz5NIjVPemuMD8fe3f7OrxfMZTdl9o6Lnj2lSLKrkm-LGT5CRIcI3pkg13dCgCso_5JdLrIeI0fa-YpTkS1v9FCHzsO7ptKnJme0PbB9f9bqMZwKqIaVlp9CA3gEzdgU6-BLLOIa7lRPKnoUE5LZiRVp24parfq3LJ0gXURVeO4xot8wVdGpAqm5-qW_xvOrREsk1tV2c16Es5oIUAGB0emKzXE2g-id0br=w640-h480-no?authuser=0" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/zzalsAjhNazluXmpXo_OZ7rz4AGUDtNo9Wr0CUKh4k137U6Fh5_0r-28MXR6XA1BuxeEUx1hX2KX5aCjFmuNSYqlmoK6ulG64jw8aqLWRFDo_DX168zT2ruHoHc86PkcOtUfaSQ9ChOimm9v7_Uh-I3RzfN1BbpvkTLzBmox8ohWK6SPT8wVasmRhmQAFsEjTiZSHzOWHL0687JX0tWScMelOYp6j-1xWQ64MkHv-4ea9K3arMgeHLK1B5ZP_wcPipcZaKoljI7XgixfQ-rNdEoeiXKVD3k_uOEruKyIHTCxV5XqObZs_BhnNhu6NqhdZAQUs4e3meB3u69plqkV1nXcXOAElk0BeIjsl5ngIpbhyyuE9MGPzW8k0WkoRIDMgr_-MXP4ZHAWI_1wVl9XjOrnYE50YNTb88hXeLvAJklZecyu_yGaSlKGB6qrty-RNb-CAQTWTiZGdZApv8__2xL_RS8N4kPSBdkqpKoLnwucQO0SJYEzF4-XoGDSFxhWP-k-ckzMwtzQDKfaygEa3_4Kasz5NIjVPemuMD8fe3f7OrxfMZTdl9o6Lnj2lSLKrkm-LGT5CRIcI3pkg13dCgCso_5JdLrIeI0fa-YpTkS1v9FCHzsO7ptKnJme0PbB9f9bqMZwKqIaVlp9CA3gEzdgU6-BLLOIa7lRPKnoUE5LZiRVp24parfq3LJ0gXURVeO4xot8wVdGpAqm5-qW_xvOrREsk1tV2c16Es5oIUAGB0emKzXE2g-id0br=w640-h480-no?authuser=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Our first beach trip.<br />
It amazes me still that one unexpected message<br />
One chance encounter, with no expectations<br />
And, if I'm honest, not a lot of optimism either<br />
Somehow turned into dozes of other trips<br />
And a house in the burbs with a couple of cats<br />
And secret recipes only we know.<br />
One leap of faith, because what else could it be?<br />
Sudddenly, somehow, without any effort at all<br />
Became twelve years of unconquerable happy<br />
And counting.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-79607456754284010082021-05-01T00:00:00.001-04:002021-05-01T00:00:00.222-04:00Happy Anniversary! These Go To Eleven!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Eleven Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/D9U5n5t-iuULN4Z_orLCmjGD9mptFneF01acDOo2EphbA5ACNahzF0SsS2AkklJiCClQouXMtG19UOAcB8EhLsHdY7ecIcE8t31ziwpPcqulaoE7pbqT_0CojlSMrSGkYKBLmJryPgPBiwFUPmZ2GU_9vCw5NgIsmO25oJssaiXt4awCa711ehJhG3PMuCd82mPe4C_7AUd0YGyHMx_NSEt1oEd13HRn1QqsCxq4BRsxvCnZyykGXdnaT3WSvXR2MfbsJ0eTiYCsg6KZ1RGrt8zaaFoMPjHTbcpp_4LNjx0iGxow2AZaTOUIKWDcRUAFODpfc6lHNOOe8Y3rIk6NOitJ8YgjA5eczmvfElA_KzJj5BJZKKax2uTN1DM9xE010yLVAMbZpj_rZSo4FPGwp4Rd4cDzOs3Q4T__98BjW9Se7rULnrNKCFmU0tQQ7voms3B0kxjDfcAL8zJIzOrZ_VTBNH6Pafq2i1_aa5niJIXuEe2BLErwqL10x4WeQbOMb8bPdAEA75wqAztbBV8KgYgaCz4n_4f1ep-bav5VOTiF93ICyv5EZMCuNDJfNriChvWYB2a6UU0V62D4pe7gO1Xn28dHOFzUoyXoVqz24LvNeacxQ8Bi81Kue9qdjrVY7BraKrGhcuniVj5QP3zYd2ep7KgH9CCiELbwpulQqYcnL4XiWRqmvR3PCUdcSQWxpmeZPlfFv1uBCg96OIIo_r6P=w640-h480-no?authuser=0" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/D9U5n5t-iuULN4Z_orLCmjGD9mptFneF01acDOo2EphbA5ACNahzF0SsS2AkklJiCClQouXMtG19UOAcB8EhLsHdY7ecIcE8t31ziwpPcqulaoE7pbqT_0CojlSMrSGkYKBLmJryPgPBiwFUPmZ2GU_9vCw5NgIsmO25oJssaiXt4awCa711ehJhG3PMuCd82mPe4C_7AUd0YGyHMx_NSEt1oEd13HRn1QqsCxq4BRsxvCnZyykGXdnaT3WSvXR2MfbsJ0eTiYCsg6KZ1RGrt8zaaFoMPjHTbcpp_4LNjx0iGxow2AZaTOUIKWDcRUAFODpfc6lHNOOe8Y3rIk6NOitJ8YgjA5eczmvfElA_KzJj5BJZKKax2uTN1DM9xE010yLVAMbZpj_rZSo4FPGwp4Rd4cDzOs3Q4T__98BjW9Se7rULnrNKCFmU0tQQ7voms3B0kxjDfcAL8zJIzOrZ_VTBNH6Pafq2i1_aa5niJIXuEe2BLErwqL10x4WeQbOMb8bPdAEA75wqAztbBV8KgYgaCz4n_4f1ep-bav5VOTiF93ICyv5EZMCuNDJfNriChvWYB2a6UU0V62D4pe7gO1Xn28dHOFzUoyXoVqz24LvNeacxQ8Bi81Kue9qdjrVY7BraKrGhcuniVj5QP3zYd2ep7KgH9CCiELbwpulQqYcnL4XiWRqmvR3PCUdcSQWxpmeZPlfFv1uBCg96OIIo_r6P=w640-h480-no?authuser=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Eleven years<br />
One dog<br />
Four cats<br />
Three grandchildren<br />
Two nieces<br />
One house<br />
Three cars<br />
A dozen elections<br />
Two dozen concerts<br />
All the homemade pizza and wings we could eat<br />
And we're just getting started.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-29557102954521437032020-05-01T00:00:00.000-04:002020-05-01T00:00:04.362-04:00Happy Anniversary (by an order of magnitude)! I love you!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">A Perfect Ten</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ItKT3NSfLs2fagMfm4SehjEbX5uWRsWsGPM97_pWpViJUhgLDRma2HrR_GZ5zy3mkqPhsVeZ52qldvKJpfdG0cMDZuzs08oxENGt6sYE1vXTbqsMd01bmBeST-R7o0QPom1hoEh0dQ8nWRrnHXAzwGt1URxhhI6uLKvSxWUjDJip4baKeyPy3O9y0UQmAk2yG0G_cuh9Jf_e5QdzxG56Mubcc-ueSfJyN-42CCyBaIQZVNBZcMXV4RHTB3i-MFsNiaP4jTWPjSAaEZG_eCUaFibn5hyZ6J5YQxsCPSp-nIsoikYalqRzvB9O_b4arEkUMtUYI_xTgBt4fkxiEOGZBC-u4Sw9hpx-S0ST2j-CgeiKFPbqtfE17I0QVF7-WPt4G8UqcvKddxoZU9cTdlyxBBtOFZbeBo2TcXY_Me77egslBDPuKmVzjewIXPdzMyEbp_nkdVmUAQ74VaICgnVEsGuBiyYjVsp4tuKxY4oHwxPfDePlqAJvKJvdGnzjKrbDZVopeXAht3TtWrrkQ08c3Hhb_H99g1CB_9DlWZibt4lj6SlJS_nCaDlVHaKBJAOF76IWT35NmBJU_7dcQLCsLWfYw8xQ45xoTUCfLOQzMZsvLCq3-utspJ93fi0_Q-Ho8-X71zDibc_G3OsG8neRRFcm1csPKh-e7tafggyBBBGjI2aHexrwIbFSp7d3nQ=w640-h480-no" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ItKT3NSfLs2fagMfm4SehjEbX5uWRsWsGPM97_pWpViJUhgLDRma2HrR_GZ5zy3mkqPhsVeZ52qldvKJpfdG0cMDZuzs08oxENGt6sYE1vXTbqsMd01bmBeST-R7o0QPom1hoEh0dQ8nWRrnHXAzwGt1URxhhI6uLKvSxWUjDJip4baKeyPy3O9y0UQmAk2yG0G_cuh9Jf_e5QdzxG56Mubcc-ueSfJyN-42CCyBaIQZVNBZcMXV4RHTB3i-MFsNiaP4jTWPjSAaEZG_eCUaFibn5hyZ6J5YQxsCPSp-nIsoikYalqRzvB9O_b4arEkUMtUYI_xTgBt4fkxiEOGZBC-u4Sw9hpx-S0ST2j-CgeiKFPbqtfE17I0QVF7-WPt4G8UqcvKddxoZU9cTdlyxBBtOFZbeBo2TcXY_Me77egslBDPuKmVzjewIXPdzMyEbp_nkdVmUAQ74VaICgnVEsGuBiyYjVsp4tuKxY4oHwxPfDePlqAJvKJvdGnzjKrbDZVopeXAht3TtWrrkQ08c3Hhb_H99g1CB_9DlWZibt4lj6SlJS_nCaDlVHaKBJAOF76IWT35NmBJU_7dcQLCsLWfYw8xQ45xoTUCfLOQzMZsvLCq3-utspJ93fi0_Q-Ho8-X71zDibc_G3OsG8neRRFcm1csPKh-e7tafggyBBBGjI2aHexrwIbFSp7d3nQ=w640-h480-no" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Ten.<br />
X.<br />
Diez, Dix, Zehn, Tio, Dieci, Десять, Deset, Kymmenen, दस, Tíu, Mười...<br />
How long is that in relationship years?<br />
Must be at least a hundred, right?<br />
So how is it that it feels like it was just a few days ago,
I was headed west to meet you?<br />
Never knowing, never <em>imagining</em><br />
That ten years on I would be sitting here marveling<br />
At how very right this all turned out to be.<br />
I'm not surprised anymore, but I <em>am</em> still amazed.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-23825005923636848812019-05-01T00:00:00.000-04:002019-05-01T06:15:09.205-04:00Happy Anniversary! I love you!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Nine Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ywmb1PVbyOrZmf_k54vO5F_ozhCCzGO9OWIUcioOBf8uUz4247fPUjPyiqAPILkvQb1G4xb7FxO0K23PYIFUHzW8zWScD3iAj7eltOBkG4ZOxr90qkQEjPagY4-gZhFQvdLkgli7BEljwg5OxTVf5ldsVlt8GANycCxNmax7CfjJNMRJxssen3Ro9m0YuV_d5291fogAxXyK8Pmmu0VNWLdzcn6nIHMa8jUKmCrqtXGnTLb2Fa_azhK55ANipk-tH75gPDgEFSICyjt2lBzzDwbB_hX-bDRHR9fSsZvI0_Tw_ZnRfVI-C-4D8rJKgfYW1Srm5gYIYKNWCE7C48i29U7J-RSNrAC2gmbgDrANlLAPZbLKr6rLnk9t2DEaZ6TxnarIV_MQ29oLx8ghAE6yoRJLus2V76wvEk39Whaw5O81dJDwkAQhu1NF5mnBTshUd7yCqKZoqZVzD4GTytpwfHvdDJmixGqorGHQEgAqbZWNQnsoXZ8LRR9FLCzJT_nEydNema4lMtc0cHMprz_8Fz76MGHtnkUO9QjfbTAVXLZMSdw5Gw7Pr2TU0SjvfUCHRj8w09zYrZ2zK_mGhGnU0uQa9HidPIyOPXjDyDrDJx59RNVwZBTYFhnKGMYMrwy8pdNdHH_Se88vxEHWkK61QnByuF6Kjzn2=w1287-h858-no" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ywmb1PVbyOrZmf_k54vO5F_ozhCCzGO9OWIUcioOBf8uUz4247fPUjPyiqAPILkvQb1G4xb7FxO0K23PYIFUHzW8zWScD3iAj7eltOBkG4ZOxr90qkQEjPagY4-gZhFQvdLkgli7BEljwg5OxTVf5ldsVlt8GANycCxNmax7CfjJNMRJxssen3Ro9m0YuV_d5291fogAxXyK8Pmmu0VNWLdzcn6nIHMa8jUKmCrqtXGnTLb2Fa_azhK55ANipk-tH75gPDgEFSICyjt2lBzzDwbB_hX-bDRHR9fSsZvI0_Tw_ZnRfVI-C-4D8rJKgfYW1Srm5gYIYKNWCE7C48i29U7J-RSNrAC2gmbgDrANlLAPZbLKr6rLnk9t2DEaZ6TxnarIV_MQ29oLx8ghAE6yoRJLus2V76wvEk39Whaw5O81dJDwkAQhu1NF5mnBTshUd7yCqKZoqZVzD4GTytpwfHvdDJmixGqorGHQEgAqbZWNQnsoXZ8LRR9FLCzJT_nEydNema4lMtc0cHMprz_8Fz76MGHtnkUO9QjfbTAVXLZMSdw5Gw7Pr2TU0SjvfUCHRj8w09zYrZ2zK_mGhGnU0uQa9HidPIyOPXjDyDrDJx59RNVwZBTYFhnKGMYMrwy8pdNdHH_Se88vxEHWkK61QnByuF6Kjzn2=w1287-h858-no" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Somewhere in the Wayback Machine<br />
You'll find two people<br />
Rubbing their chins and wondering<br />
Is this going to be another bust?<br />
Or is it the real deal?<br />
Fortunately for us here in the present<br />
For reasons only they could explain (or not)<br />
Those two decided<br />
That is was worth finding out what it <i>would</i> be<br />
Without worrying too much about what it <i>might</i> be.<br />
Guess we owe them one.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-77908432512582146402018-09-25T18:34:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:31:27.974-04:00thematic photographic 424 - green!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/olQwCL1wl7fg2cBp3tDcTW8qNS_dL7FKwP4DgPhZIpDA1LNfrVwgm6v4srwfDXEU5QkYhHjow87_f62qcyP6ZOR8xufqgJhrk04MpENHKnr8cWe6iFqv836vptoh5b3b9iKilnTWefDBlMTbHd-qeACXlCkJhV3d2b41VrnaXSGu5GohgI3ft0emAW_fwzxkkeDa4jeK7gx69WWlzFcP3RtBq87cu2tXcExmEOFWoQsEEbmwIvH7V87TDA7LT1CNSurSqgsXNV_QrEFnHsJE1RFNrtEjJQ3vyJMRtwQykyxy_QStDS6qo1qGKV7iwqOa8AzpjhdKWbIl7-YVvg5dPpykCbT4PDwCYg8RLTQ060Xquv0mYO1CEhQuEKuQOP7kzB0ihJW4ULKkc865chDfweJr1UNch-w_MzV1ij_QQh08GvoZ-QWvTdD71aEJqvT4bLRsHslkPRzQDg8V3ipprGRVwSN_DA_rT58tvxVfSMIjHU31SJ75GL5QeRL-G4wmwqM60aRv6yTZv37t5p2Szaoeur0W30HoaUhWND4xvF-n2mwq_XPh-Lz05Q2yMetleAqyndhGxPNIOjHzm8ZgfxHzV7PisK9y6ZuZ7ut_7pQ97AQ-BttJ6BwYz0Hn7pmw=w465-h620-no" target="_blank"><img class="vertical_lg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/olQwCL1wl7fg2cBp3tDcTW8qNS_dL7FKwP4DgPhZIpDA1LNfrVwgm6v4srwfDXEU5QkYhHjow87_f62qcyP6ZOR8xufqgJhrk04MpENHKnr8cWe6iFqv836vptoh5b3b9iKilnTWefDBlMTbHd-qeACXlCkJhV3d2b41VrnaXSGu5GohgI3ft0emAW_fwzxkkeDa4jeK7gx69WWlzFcP3RtBq87cu2tXcExmEOFWoQsEEbmwIvH7V87TDA7LT1CNSurSqgsXNV_QrEFnHsJE1RFNrtEjJQ3vyJMRtwQykyxy_QStDS6qo1qGKV7iwqOa8AzpjhdKWbIl7-YVvg5dPpykCbT4PDwCYg8RLTQ060Xquv0mYO1CEhQuEKuQOP7kzB0ihJW4ULKkc865chDfweJr1UNch-w_MzV1ij_QQh08GvoZ-QWvTdD71aEJqvT4bLRsHslkPRzQDg8V3ipprGRVwSN_DA_rT58tvxVfSMIjHU31SJ75GL5QeRL-G4wmwqM60aRv6yTZv37t5p2Szaoeur0W30HoaUhWND4xvF-n2mwq_XPh-Lz05Q2yMetleAqyndhGxPNIOjHzm8ZgfxHzV7PisK9y6ZuZ7ut_7pQ97AQ-BttJ6BwYz0Hn7pmw=w465-h620-no" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="caption_style"><p class="captions">"Extreme Votivation VIII"<br />Raleigh, NC - July 2010 (Click to embiggen)</p></span>
<span class="dropcap_style">Green it is, then.</span> Interesting fact about green: the human eye can detect more variations of green than any other color. I don't know why that is, possibly because it falls dead-bang in the middle of the visible spectrum, but it's the reason that green is used in night vision equipment rather than black and white.<p />I didn't need night vision gear for this shot, though, just some cheap fireworks and a hollowed out votive candle. And something to put the whole rig on that wouldn't get wrecked by melted wax.<p />
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<span class="dropcap_style">It's</span> been a while, hasn't it? Seems like 10 years since I first came upon Thematic Photographic, but it hasn't. It's actually been a little <em>more</em> than 10 years. I came aboard for <a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/06/thematic-photographic-3-glass.html" target="_blank">Thematic Photographic 3: Glass</a> not knowing if I was <a href="https://mojo11.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-sure-exactly-how-this-works.html" target="_blank">even doing it right.</a> Over the next couple of years that first challenge grew into something like 4 or 5 photo posts a day, and the sheer scale of it all was getting to a level that was... well, probably unhealthy. And it seemed like most of the bloggers I knew were abandoning blogging for one social media platform or another (or just giving it up in general). Throw in just general life stuff along with various equipment failures and other priorities and my posts became something like annual events. Just visiting here has become rare. Rare enough that today I got an email form the Blogger team asking if I still wanted to get email notifications of comments. That led me to stop in and look at the notification settings (which took a while to re-learn), and in the process of all this I noticed that there was a recent post to Written, Inc. One click later, I learned that Carmi was still doing Thematic Photographic, and was up to issue 422. That's pretty impressive staying power. (My last entry was TP 116: "Red", in case you were wondering). So in honor of that, I figured I <em>must</em> have <em>something</em> that fits the theme lying around, right? And a little bit of digging in the archives led me to this shot from almost 8 years ago.<p />
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Things begin.<br />
Things end.<br />
All creatures born,<br />
Eventually die.<br />
All things built,<br />
Eventually crumble.<br />
The pendulum of power,<br />
Swings as it chooses.<br />
And somehow,<br />
Through it all<br />
We continue.<br />
Happy Anniversary, I love you!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-64310881991240876762017-10-13T12:57:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:10:19.626-04:00Remembering Clyde: August 1, 2002 - October 13, 2017<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_7ZwNk_Y7Ml8/TYwQsL0K10I/AAAAAAABJ9U/ouqVu5FsYEM/IMG_3096.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_7ZwNk_Y7Ml8/TYwQsL0K10I/AAAAAAABJ9U/ouqVu5FsYEM/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Orange County, NC, USA - Mar 19, 2011<br />
<blockquote id="fiction_style">The year 2017 is not going to be remembered fondly in our house. It's been kind of a rough one for us, and an even rougher one for our four-legged companions. In April, we lost <a href="https://mojo11.blogspot.com/2017/04/for-absent-friend.html" target="_blank">Tonka</a>, who'd been my faithful sidekick for all of his 14 1/2 years.<p />
Today we lost Miss Clyde, who had been Wendy's baby for even longer than that.<p />
She'd been diagnosed with a very aggressive type of malignant tumor in her mouth a month or so ago, that made eating difficult, and possibly even painful for her. We knew she didn't have a lot of time left, and the best we were going to be able to do for her was keep her as comfortable as possible for the time she had remaining. We weren't really prepared for how rapidly things would deteriorate, though. I suppose nobody ever is. She hated the pain medication we were given for her, and would disappear any time she knew it was coming. She'd always given me kind of a wide berth, but when she started hiding from Wendy we started to realize that we were probably in the end stage. Then a few days ago, she started refusing nearly all food. At which point we knew that it was time; she was ready to be done and if we didn't end it for her, she was going to do it herself.<p />
So this morning, we took her for her last ride. Her passing was quiet, a transition so peaceful that it was almost impossible to detect. We brought her home and laid her to rest in the wooded part of the back yard that she loved, a small volunteer arbor vitae marking her final resting place.<p />
And if she could, she'd ask that if you wish to remember her, to make a memorial contribution to her favorite rescue, <a href="https://www.goathouserefuge.org" target="_blank">Goathouse Refuge</a> in Pittsboro. She didn't come from there, but she heartily approved of the work they do there, "providing cage-free care for cats regardless of age, medical issues or disposition until a permanent loving adoptive home can be found."<p />
Travel well, Clyde. You will never be forgotten, and you are always loved.</blockquote></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-29802141860036347192017-05-01T00:00:00.000-04:002017-05-01T00:00:20.316-04:00Happy Anniversary! I love you!!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container">
<blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Seven Years On</span><br />
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It hardly seems possible that seven whole years have come and gone since that first meeting at Monterrey. In some ways it feels like we jumped in a Tardis and flashed forward while the rest of the world went about its business in real time.<br />
But in other ways, at other times, it feels as though I've known you my entire life. Or maybe in a life before this one -- if such a thing exists.<br />
The way you know without knowing exactly what to say, or exactly what to do; almost better than I do myself.<br />
It's still astonishing to me, even after all this time, and all the events of those years, how instinctively we fit together.<br />
I don't know if there's such a thing as "destiny" in the objective sense of the word or not.<br />
I just know that when we met, I knew almost form the beginning that we were supposed ot be together.<br />
And now seven years on, I see nothing to dissuade me from that assessment.<br />
Fate? Divine intervention? Or just dumb luck?<br />
I don't know, nor do I concern myself overmuch with the answer.<br />
I just know I love you. And that's enough. Happy Anniversary!<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-14844090000560235662017-04-23T22:23:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:09:29.945-04:00For an Absent Friend<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/bPYE4IHN2iY2ajEMY_jfZdKTEjOrqWl-hUZ_YYRK9qvtKzfSpgM6xPfEEjGty_KcI7HubvGIb14VeRVFdbphx8XQRDhJ76_MoqLTJlW5PsY5v4EmtN-ZDhSwtruv0tbWAW9PfX78Ui517lgKT4-YgGmefyxUVQZesYB6v6V9_HTA1gnhQs-Lbdc5GU2usbw3mqiguDGZ4THYTVcPG0rtKAVIyTA6ZFwnOz-h7XVrZws1e9Tc_WSnzRjaTk7PaPfdH-yjQ1FDzBNQeO3QfDr_usB6k-L0xk0Jdlbs0s5Es4lhJsmlf9VKS6yX_wGcOn48EQjH7vD_autPA8VcM0EQWindgYRuRvzK52nIKyZE3qkjez6YGlO8Z6cHPET7TwOLhS5nha5AE6F-uwUhn6SlNifpI0f1UUfuzv1cWFee0TXbJAeSeu-T4bJKQHeQHz4aDaqVYg32G5vc8vmDzEjc5Txlu7Gt7Ru2W0viaslsUTBbGH5-3qnmQHFqmvH69oCxBdW8i3yCfAEh3Zk0ilkcqaflcDE58Cko0hiBJQlNzMe594RljdGrm7BVTPrfAdEPhYTpIS2NbwiI8JJDeui7cKy3K-QNZDNQGFeUhMlp6iIRzFwlpImBSQ=w404-h670-no" target="_blank"><img class="vertical_lg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/bPYE4IHN2iY2ajEMY_jfZdKTEjOrqWl-hUZ_YYRK9qvtKzfSpgM6xPfEEjGty_KcI7HubvGIb14VeRVFdbphx8XQRDhJ76_MoqLTJlW5PsY5v4EmtN-ZDhSwtruv0tbWAW9PfX78Ui517lgKT4-YgGmefyxUVQZesYB6v6V9_HTA1gnhQs-Lbdc5GU2usbw3mqiguDGZ4THYTVcPG0rtKAVIyTA6ZFwnOz-h7XVrZws1e9Tc_WSnzRjaTk7PaPfdH-yjQ1FDzBNQeO3QfDr_usB6k-L0xk0Jdlbs0s5Es4lhJsmlf9VKS6yX_wGcOn48EQjH7vD_autPA8VcM0EQWindgYRuRvzK52nIKyZE3qkjez6YGlO8Z6cHPET7TwOLhS5nha5AE6F-uwUhn6SlNifpI0f1UUfuzv1cWFee0TXbJAeSeu-T4bJKQHeQHz4aDaqVYg32G5vc8vmDzEjc5Txlu7Gt7Ru2W0viaslsUTBbGH5-3qnmQHFqmvH69oCxBdW8i3yCfAEh3Zk0ilkcqaflcDE58Cko0hiBJQlNzMe594RljdGrm7BVTPrfAdEPhYTpIS2NbwiI8JJDeui7cKy3K-QNZDNQGFeUhMlp6iIRzFwlpImBSQ=w404-h670-no" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="caption_style">Tonka - November 12, 2002 - April 21 2017<br />Wendell, NC, USA - April 15, 2017</span>
<blockquote id="fiction_style">If you were around back in the days when posting to this blog was more than an annual event, you'll remember <a href="https://mojo11.blogspot.com/search/label/tonka" target="_blank">Tonka.</a><p /> He was rather more famous for his cartoon alter ego than anything else, but he was a very real friend to many. To me he was an integral part of my life and my world. And on Friday, April 21, 2017 that part of me was torn away, leaving a void that will never be fully filled.<p />
I always knew the day would come when I would have to let him go; such is the nature of life with a dog. That's just how the cruel sense of irony the universe has works. He'd had some health issues late in his life, but had always bounced back, even the times when I was sure he wouldn't. But this time, they told me that even surgery would be more risk than reward -- even if it succeeded. And even that assumed that there were no further issues that weren't detectable by visual examination.<p />
Faced with that prognosis, there was really only one alternative. He was not going to get better. He would only get worse, and spend what little time I could buy him suffering from an assortment of problems, any one of which could send him over the brink with little or no warning.<p />
So I made the call I always knew, but somehow never believed, I would have to make. He left this realm peacefully, surrounded by people who loved him and cared about him. And the last thing he heard before he breathed his last was my voice telling him I loved him.<p />
When you bring a dog into your life, a bargain is struck. Tonka never failed to deliver on his part of that bargain; and Friday last, it was my turn to deliver on mine. I was there when he took his first breath in this life, I owed it to him to be there for his last, and to make sure that his passing was as gentle and painless as possible. Knowing this, and knowing it was the only humane choice, does nothing to dull the pain of loss. It does not stop me from second guessing whether I waited too long or not long enough. But I always figured he would tell me when it was time to let go, and everything in the week leading up to his last ride was telling me he was ready to be done.<p />
One day, I hope, the countless number of great memories of our time together will crowd out the singular horrible memory of those last moments. Because I would do it all over again, even knowing how the story ends. I wouldn't ever trade the time I had with him for a chance to avoid the pain of losing him. And it's not even close. I have never had a better friend.<p />
Travel well, Tonka, and I'll see you on the other side. I love you pal.<p />
Update 5/18/17: Tonka's "Auntie Daryl" posted about him <a href="http://onthem104.blogspot.com/2017/05/tonka-you-will-be-missed.html" target="_blank">here</a>. She used to send him special cookies on his birthday that he really loved. Thanks D. Much love!
</blockquote></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-64445695048352738172016-05-01T06:00:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:11:35.992-04:00Happy Anniversary! I Love You!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Six Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S0JjZd9pq7c/SqMHdp3w1gI/AAAAAAAAq00/T0U26PXLsqIeItsoq-qvsYHjhiWyPwUcQCCo/s640/IMG_3474.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S0JjZd9pq7c/SqMHdp3w1gI/AAAAAAAAq00/T0U26PXLsqIeItsoq-qvsYHjhiWyPwUcQCCo/s640/IMG_3474.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>
One fine evening<br />
With Mexican food and coffee<br />
Grew into this<br />
Those first tentative moments<br />
Became a house, with two cats and a dog<br />
A Cuisinart and a Costco membership<br />
And a shared data plan<br />
With lawns (grudgingly) mowed<br />
And fresh baked bread<br />
And a whole life<br />
I never dared hope for<br />
But fell in my lap in spite of me.<br />
Happy Anniversary. I love you.</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-292759388872063152015-05-01T08:45:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:11:46.642-04:00Happy Anniversary! (my annual blog post)<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Five Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iBf2Tb16WO4/TmPPUyOqdeI/AAAAAAABKPc/Mc6gJhzE7vk/w640-h480-no/IMG_4344.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iBf2Tb16WO4/TmPPUyOqdeI/AAAAAAABKPc/Mc6gJhzE7vk/w640-h480-no/IMG_4344.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Another trip around the sun<br />
To go along with<br />
All the beach trips and barbecues<br />
All the miles and miles of stitches<br />
All the laughter<br />
And the very few tears<br />
I never had much faith<br />
In that myth of The One<br />
But we you are<br />
In Our House (with all that entails)<br />
Sharing space as well as life<br />
Leaving me too amazed to say anything except<br />
Happy Anniversary. I love you.</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />
Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-80775570906508358142014-05-01T07:45:00.001-04:002018-09-27T15:11:57.503-04:00Happy Anniversary -- I Love You!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Four Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jIohpkcgGN8/So3cFtL5IVI/AAAAAAAAo0E/Rjr6UvqiS9Y/s640/IMG_2183.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jIohpkcgGN8/So3cFtL5IVI/AAAAAAAAo0E/Rjr6UvqiS9Y/s640/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Four years.<br />
That's like 98 human years or something.<br />
And yet<br />
Here I am<br />
waking up with Our Song<br />
Playing on the iHead®<br />
And with your face<br />
Just behind my eyes<br />
Where only I can see<br />
I long ago stopped trying<br />
To figure out how it was<br />
That fortune favored me so grandly.<br />
It's just enough that She did.</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-83593298127692342232013-05-01T06:00:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:12:48.932-04:00Happy Anniversary... I Love You!<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Three Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEsRb1nZtSc/UYCFirXoWVI/AAAAAAABKxM/reOnJsIVh3I/IMG_5722.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEsRb1nZtSc/UYCFirXoWVI/AAAAAAABKxM/reOnJsIVh3I/IMG_5722.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>
Against all the odds<br />
(or maybe not... entropy is a funny thing)<br />
A humble strand of ones and zeros <br />
Deflected my trajectory by 90 degrees<br />
And brought me to you.<br />
Three years and countless cookies later<br />
If I saw a movie about us<br />
I would accuse the writers<br />
Of overextending the concept<br />
Of suspension of disbelief.<br />
And yet.<br />
Here we are.<br />
And there's no better place to be.</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-28996057979508629172012-05-01T08:02:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:13:03.880-04:00Happy Anniversary Wendy. I Love You<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><blockquote id="fiction_style"><span class="dropcap_style">Two Years On</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2CNautVcuts/Tn4drNxomoI/AAAAAAABKTA/1jlSMds67k0/IMG_4392.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="thumb_left_horz" width="250px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2CNautVcuts/Tn4drNxomoI/AAAAAAABKTA/1jlSMds67k0/IMG_4392.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>
"Every day<br />
Is the anniversary<br />
Of something beautiful."<br />
That's what I said<br />
Last year on this day.<br />
I've never been more right<br />
Or more happy to be right.<br />
I love you Wendy.<br />
Happy Anniversary.<br />
</blockquote><div class="clear_col"></div></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-75916805447355174032012-04-23T11:49:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:15:04.846-04:00If You Can Vote in North Carolina...<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M4oOZvhY8Xc/T5U-j1GPsoI/AAAAAAABKg0/syQ6vwNl4Ak/IMG_0884.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M4oOZvhY8Xc/T5U-j1GPsoI/AAAAAAABKg0/syQ6vwNl4Ak/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Raleigh, NC, USA - April 19, 2012<br /><span class="caption_style">Don't wait until May. Do it now. It's just... bad.</span><br /></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-84332456588334313282011-11-08T05:00:00.002-05:002018-09-27T15:31:55.592-04:00introducing the iBug ®<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--NJyesT-r8s/TmPNzrW_KTI/AAAAAAABKJg/bwIfJ8AWdT0/IMG_4035.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--NJyesT-r8s/TmPNzrW_KTI/AAAAAAABKJg/bwIfJ8AWdT0/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Asheville, NC, USA - August 13, 2011<br /><span class="caption_style">What, you couldn't see that one coming?</span><br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-13420455087175422362011-11-07T05:00:00.001-05:002018-09-27T15:32:03.255-04:00why i otter...<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xfrPzEaGXRo/TmPPQa1C2zI/AAAAAAABKN4/CWOXNXZlOqs/IMG_4215.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xfrPzEaGXRo/TmPPQa1C2zI/AAAAAAABKN4/CWOXNXZlOqs/IMG_4215.JP" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Western NC Nature Center Asheville, NC, USA - August 15, 2011<br /><span class="caption_style">What, you couldn't see that one coming?</span><br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-64565516265195388582011-11-06T05:00:00.000-05:002018-09-27T15:32:14.755-04:00summit meeting<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YO9nHsmcpAQ/TmPPT3YYCTI/AAAAAAABKPM/jEuoEljCpCc/IMG_4321.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YO9nHsmcpAQ/TmPPT3YYCTI/AAAAAAABKPM/jEuoEljCpCc/IMG_4321.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Mt. Mitchell, NC, USA - August 15, 2011<br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-38984504170712291812011-11-05T05:00:00.001-04:002018-09-27T15:18:37.653-04:00there wolfe, there castle<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CyGVQ8-OafU/TmPN3d6ACyI/AAAAAAABKLA/rvn_497j7vA/IMG_4144.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CyGVQ8-OafU/TmPN3d6ACyI/AAAAAAABKLA/rvn_497j7vA/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Asheville, NC, USA - August 14, 2011<br /><span class="caption_style">But as far as I know Thomas Wolfe did not live here either...</span><br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-19130375019441916102011-11-04T05:00:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:18:57.586-04:00they were quite good<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JnLZBwYdkZo/TmPPVc6dVPI/AAAAAAABKPk/SIEuiml-6oc/IMG_4351.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JnLZBwYdkZo/TmPPVc6dVPI/AAAAAAABKPk/SIEuiml-6oc/IMG_4351.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Asheville, NC, USA - August 15, 2011<br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-91674744605683921472011-11-03T05:00:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:19:19.347-04:00thomas wolfe did not live here either*<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ajWTMSKPKxM/TmPN3SgQmKI/AAAAAAABKK8/drJStMZ2klw/IMG_4124.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ajWTMSKPKxM/TmPN3SgQmKI/AAAAAAABKK8/drJStMZ2klw/IMG_4124.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Asheville, NC, USA - August 14, 2011<br /><span class="caption_style">*But he did use this house as the setting for <i>Look Homeward Angel</i> and its owner as a character. For more, check out <a href="http://www.lion-rose.com/history" target="_blank">http://www.lion-rose.com/history</a></span><br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-7542910243785854492011-11-02T05:00:00.000-04:002018-09-27T15:22:23.086-04:00latest casualty*<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZLFeZdrqt1A/TmPN4YrhVSI/AAAAAAABKLY/nS9mjFnxpU8/IMG_4197.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="vertical_lg" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZLFeZdrqt1A/TmPN4YrhVSI/AAAAAAABKLY/nS9mjFnxpU8/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Asheville, NC, USA - August 14, 2011<br /><span class="caption_style">* The tallest building in North America with no interior stairs or elevators. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to save it from federal regulators who closed the bank on 14 Oct 2011.</span><br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag">More at my RedBubble.com site</a></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717405548205026477.post-37217042562988230222011-11-01T05:00:00.000-04:002011-11-01T05:00:05.796-04:00white fang<hr size="1" /><div class="caption_container"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FKeXOKO9u8c/TmPPQ0qDCZI/AAAAAAABKOI/GFA6ZpbV0CQ/IMG_4235.JPG" target="_blank"><img class="horizontal_lg" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FKeXOKO9u8c/TmPPQ0qDCZI/AAAAAAABKOI/GFA6ZpbV0CQ/IMG_4235.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Western NC Nature Center Asheville, NC, USA - August 15, 2011<br /><a href="http://mojo1160.redbubble.com/?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=promo_badge_buy_at_rb" target="_blank" title="More at my RedBubble.com site" rel="tag"><img src="http://www.redbubble.com/bubblewrap/logos/rb_buy.gif" width="100px" alt="Buy art" /></a><i> More at my RedBubble Site!</i></div><hr size="1" />Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.com2