Danger

Almost Empty, at Least for Now

Another Rooster Pheasant

The Disappearing Rooster Pheasant

2 Views....

Mothers Day and Thinking of Flowers

Silent in My Memories

Last Ride. Who Wants Me Now ?

Razor Wired, Stone Cold Granite, Lost Lives and Broken Hearted Mansion On The Hill

Prairie Pump

Black and Golden Golden and Black

November of '03

.45 Caliber Symmetry

Think Spring - It Starts Tomorrow

Saint Patricks Day at the Y.....

3-17-05

Handshakes and sweat socks and

the smell of jerseys never washed.

Basketballs bouncing and 80 decibel noise and

laughter and cheers and

Britney Spears wannabees and 

fresh faces in low riders and push up bras and

baggy shorts and tennis shoes and backwards caps.

Balding beer bellied refs and

buzzers and whistles and three point shots and

air balls and butterfingers and steals and fouls.

The American Flag.

Time outs and time outs and time outs

the second period is almost over.

And photos and trophies,

and see you tomorrows.

St Patrick's Day at the Y.....

the last game I'll see my boys play.....

at least I was there.....

at least I care.....

St Patrick's Day at the Y.....

Pictures from My Window on a Cold January Day

11-11-2010

More thoughts on Yesterdays Post

So you have read the words and you have looked at the photos but if I may I would like to carry the thought a little further. I like the fourth and fifth versions the best but look at your favorite and sit back and look at the porch, look at the small deck on floor two, and listen, can you hear the love? Roll time backwards and take the antenna off the roof and lets put a couple of black labs or sheep dogs in the yard. Yes, and throw away your cellphone.
Lets make it a Sunday in July. Our stomachs are full and it is time to rest and prepare for the week that is to come and we just seem to be drawn to that porch. Listen to the conversations, listen to the love, listen to the decisions, listen to the summer rain and yes, hear the tears and fear and the uncertainty of tomorrow. A wicker rocker is waiting for me and of course a nap and sitting there we actually listen to what is said and get closer to understanding the others needs and feelings.  And time, can't you hear time start to stand still?

Another couple of quotes,  this time from Mickey Newbury's song "116 Westfield Street"

" Here on this street was the house that sheltered us all
  I can still feel the love that lived in these old rotting walls
  Oh who could have thought it could ever come tumbling down"

" Here on this street was the house that sheltered us all
  Oh I can still hear the laughter that once followed me down the hall
  Who could have thought it could ever come tumbling down
  That is my childhood"

" Nothing is certain and certainly nothing is sure
 Only a dream so it seems is sure to endure
 My life is measured in small bits and pieces of time
 Small bits and pieces of life that perfectly rhyme"

I wish a big porch for all of you and a life that perfectly rhymes.....

Six views, you pick the one you like.......

Just sitting here listening to Tom Waits "the house where nobody lives" and wondering.   Here are a few of the words from the song..........

"Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
                                                                
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives."

Something to think about on Valentines Day............

LoneTree from North of here October '10

Regret ---- Something I wrote back in '04

Regret

Monday December 13th, 2004

Day after day, night after night,

I sit here trying to figure what's right.

I make time go by with little regret

So easily time will let me forget.

The past is the past and behind me now,

I've lived my life as I thought I knew how,

But always behind me that one word regret

And always a memory I cannot forget.

Lets look to tomorrow, forget yesterday,

Conquer our moments, live life to say

I've lived my life fully, I have no regrets

There's nothing from yesterday time can't forget.

And day after day, night after night,

I sit here trying to figure what's right.

There's nothing from yesterday I can't forget

But always, behind me, that one word, regret,

And letting time pass, night after night,

Sitting, wondering, was I right.....?

Friends

Hey Friend

Thanksgiving has passed and we are all thankful for family and friends. 
Christmas is over and we are blessed, those of us who have people to 
call friends. We are moving into a new year and looking back at what 
has passed. I am also thinking. I am thinking of my friends. But what 
is meant by the word friend?

I felt it only proper to look up “friend” in the dictionary, “

–noun

1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: 
friends of the Boston Symphony.

3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: 
Who goes there? Friend or foe?

4. a member of the same nation, party, etc.” 
from  http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/friend 

I didn’t know what to expect but I guess I have a lot of friends, many 
many more than I knew about. I hope that they all don’t want to come 
over for supper at the same time. Please don't be insulted if I don't 
remember or call you all by name.

So to all my friends, Have a Happy and Prosperous New Year 
and may you be blessed with health and smiles and peace.

Eagle 2