Quick Trip To The Causeway

A couple weeks ago, once again driven by the need to get out of my cell, I found an old path in my new Pathfinder. The good old Causeway, one of about three bridges that connects the little dangling dick of a peninsula that is St. Pete, Clearwater and others to Tampa.

Whenever I go here, which is usually early morning, it is never quiet because of the the traffic on the adjacent four-lane that parallels the walking and bike path. That's kind of a shame, otherwise this would be a perfect setting.

I have to give a pat on the back to one of my favorite movies. Everyone has heard and probably seen 2001: A Space Odyssey. Its good, kind of like reading and then having to re-read a paragraph of Emmanuel Kant explaining metaphysical good, and then never really understanding. I do not own that movie in DVD. But I do own 2010: The Year We Make Contact, the sequel to 2001. To me, if 2001 was the poetry, then 2010 was the prose. In other words, it explained what left all of us scratching our heads about in the first movie.

The blue photograph above was a picture I took at the causeway directly above me of the night sky. That's an awful lot of stars out there. One of my future projects is to go to the beach, away from all the city lights and take some night sky shots. Salivating aren't you, Pavlov?

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Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

Summer Swim

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Florida Air Museum - Part 3

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