A preacher loves his chicken
Hulda by name
they've appeared here before
see footnote
The loyal mascot patrols the
nicely landscaped double-wide
perusing garden and flower beds
attempting to keep them bug-free
and herself nourished
and herself nourished
She has eluded invading predators
(ferrets may be the culprits)
who have divested Hulda of
her two feathered friends
coop-mates not to be forever
Extra steps have been taken
by the caring husband-man
to double-batten Hulda's hatches
and she continues to
lay eggs, wary, most likely
but feeling safer
and a contributor
a work-mate for John
and a contributor
a work-mate for John
The minister's fierce brushes with
a sometimes harsh world
his life long shows in this image
he sent
And he holds Hulda just as
he has held babies for years
at his altars of baptism.
The kindness possessed
has shown around the eyes.
from a young man, a runner, a
comforter when we met him
to now.
Adam and John Helt, David Dix, David VandeVusse at Al's Run circa 1982, Milw., WI
John and Hulda start garden, Colgate WI 2012
Bonding, recent
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We went out to see Pam
last Saturday a Crossroads restaurant north of Waukesha where she now works part time,
having retired from Dave's at the Five Points after 18 years of good service.
Pam looked good, served us well at a nice new place.
The Reverend is a tool and die maker semi-retired and working part-time as a truck driver
for Peterbuilt. He has been a friend for many years, and his parents
long ago presented us with Festoon the Fox, a stuffed animal we'd first sold them
but which Eugene, Leroy's father, wanted to give back when Eugene was approaching final exit.
Leroy saw to we that we got it. We still exchange the Polish greeting, to each other
and toward that distant grave:
NASTROWIE!
The Rev.'s political views and philosophies are not the same as ours but allowances are made
for each other. Pam's views are also divergent. Being from Waukesha, we all get along.
Old trick
Hold fish toward the camera
fish look bigger
The Rev. lights a cigar on one of our leisurely strolls along the Fox River.
Cigars are prevalent there. See below subject we photoed.
See http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2012/04/woman-enjoys-her-cigar-on-nice-spring.html
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FRIDAY NIGHT LIVE
up and coming
6-14-13
Mature gentleman sings karaoke-style
in tent in front of spaghetti joint
while children dance
only slightly self-consciously
- we shoot with only cam we had, the cell -
littler child on left feels the music, itches for action
They've seen grown-ups
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credit WRITERS ALMANAC
- Garrison Keillor -
Distance and a Certain Light
Distance
and a certain light
makes anything artistic—
it doesn't matter what.
From an airplane, all
that rigid splatter of the Bronx
becomes organic, logical
as web or beehive. Chunks
of decayed cars in junkyards,
garbage scows (nimble roaches
on the Harlem), herds of stalled
manure-yellow boxes on twisting reaches
of rails, are punched clean and sharp
as ingots in the ignition of the sun.
Rubbish becomes engaging shape—
you only have to get a bead on it,
the right light filling the corridor
of your view—a gob of spit
under a microscope, fastidious
in structure as a crystal. No contortion
without intention, and nothing ugly.
In any random, sprawling, decomposing thing
is the charming string
of its history—and what it will be next.
and a certain light
makes anything artistic—
it doesn't matter what.
From an airplane, all
that rigid splatter of the Bronx
becomes organic, logical
as web or beehive. Chunks
of decayed cars in junkyards,
garbage scows (nimble roaches
on the Harlem), herds of stalled
manure-yellow boxes on twisting reaches
of rails, are punched clean and sharp
as ingots in the ignition of the sun.
Rubbish becomes engaging shape—
you only have to get a bead on it,
the right light filling the corridor
of your view—a gob of spit
under a microscope, fastidious
in structure as a crystal. No contortion
without intention, and nothing ugly.
In any random, sprawling, decomposing thing
is the charming string
of its history—and what it will be next.
.............
'Raccoons' walk
around downtown in the evening 7 PM
6-19-13
After a repast at the Cup
Dee points out as we head to the riverwalk
at Clinton and Broadway that
one can see the rooftop umbrellas
shielding diners
at Peoples Park restaurant
Have not been up there yet
A feathery shrub graces the beautiful riverwalk........
Dee reaches and examines it's softness
The Kendal Lofts continue to take shape
Walkway closed during construction
so cut over to Main St.
across from Studebaker garage
A park bench awaited us at Veterans Park
a good site to rest bones
survey the W. Main Street progress.
We'd imagined these buildings
were torn down for the project......
not
Looks like balconies are being added
Those are sliding doors we see
The workmen were winding up their day's work
A fork-lift arranged materials
for the night behind a construction fence
A jogger smiles rounding the bend
where we sit
Back home,
Dee surprises with a strawberry-rhubarb pie she'd baked
Pie,
Expression -
Priceless
.............
A hill of transport
ambos go up and down
night and day
sirens of warning blare
one cannot complain
last-minute flowers bloom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV5e7mWcQJE
^.^
BONUS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHdZnAkGYoc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAB12aeI6nA
'Raccoons' walk
around downtown in the evening 7 PM
6-19-13
After a repast at the Cup
Dee points out as we head to the riverwalk
at Clinton and Broadway that
one can see the rooftop umbrellas
shielding diners
at Peoples Park restaurant
Have not been up there yet
A feathery shrub graces the beautiful riverwalk........
Dee reaches and examines it's softness
The Kendal Lofts continue to take shape
Walkway closed during construction
so cut over to Main St.
across from Studebaker garage
A park bench awaited us at Veterans Park
a good site to rest bones
survey the W. Main Street progress.
We'd imagined these buildings
were torn down for the project......
not
Looks like balconies are being added
Those are sliding doors we see
The workmen were winding up their day's work
A fork-lift arranged materials
for the night behind a construction fence
A jogger smiles rounding the bend
where we sit
Back home,
Dee surprises with a strawberry-rhubarb pie she'd baked
Pie,
Expression -
Priceless
.............
A hill of transport
ambos go up and down
night and day
sirens of warning blare
one cannot complain
last-minute flowers bloom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV5e7mWcQJE
^.^
BONUS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHdZnAkGYoc
