Quotes Lost On Me – In and Out of Windows


“It’s not the Problem that is the Problem

It’s how you handle the Problem

That’s the Problem”

I’m sure this is  clear to some folks, but  it is lost on me

But maybe that is why this business isn’t there anymore?

It reminds me of a time many years ago, when I worked at a boat building shop.

The business wasn’t doing well and the managers decided to hold a “Morale building

meeting” and one of the first things said was “you carpenters are a dime a dozen”

It certainly built my morale

Local – WPC


It is nice to dream of traveling the world

In search breathtaking sites

Yet most of us, it is just a dream

So to wander local

To see the beauty close to home

It is what  most of us can do

Sometimes just minutes away

For there is always something new  and beautiful to see

For me a visit to the river and one of my favorite native trees

The black gum tree – Nyssa sylvatica


Looking In and Out of Windows -Arts and Craft


Looking in and out of windows

Downtown’s where small shops still remain

Store front windows with their displays

To entice passerby’s to maybe to stop in

Where malls and internet shopping have replaced downtown’s

And many have declined

Empty store fronts  only make for the  remaining stores that much harder to survive

There is a charm to old window displays

Whether you need or want something or not

So a fool with a camera, taking pictures of the oddest things

Hope you don’t, I might as well share






Tiny water droplets suspended in the clouds

As they move on the currents of air

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Until the burden of its’ weight

Releases and water drops fall to the earth


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To be absorbed

To flow and make it way to the sea


To move on the current of oceans

To evaporate back to the clouds


Continuing cycles


With the ebb and flow of life


Nostalgia – WPC

 brooklyn-st(Credit google maps)

Kids in Brooklyn

Playing  out in the streets

Games of a bygone era

kick-the-can-ridge-st-les-1947 Kick the can


A “Spaldeen”

High bounce ball

Endless games to play



Stick ball

Where manhole covers are bases


Large circles chalked on the payment

For I Declare War On


Sidewalk handball



Hand ball on brick walls



Stoop ball on my uncle’s front steps

Memories half  buried


Like marbles in the dirt