Sunday, May 24, 2015

Sunday Safari - Lake Morton, P3

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Some flowering stuff, and kids in water, and more.

I'll let the garden speak for itself.

She looks just a little indignant, doesn't she?

It hit 94 degrees. A good day to get wet.

Isn't this the cutest little boy you've ever seen?



Friday, May 22, 2015

Snapshots - Lake Morton, P2

Greetings from the Hermit Writer [April 19 hike]

This is Mary and her daughter Jean.

Tucker knew he'd fine something cool among the snails

Andrew just chillin'

Sculpture representing the swans Lakeland is known for

Nice place to stroll

Quite a few sculptures to entertain.

Just overall a nice place to be

The color is pretty cool too.

Trees can always give ya something to ponder.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Snapshots - Lake Morton, Lakeland

Greetings from the Hermit Writer

This is Lewie the Ibis.

Not your everyday gator.

Seanteal, the blackbird.

Light stanchion has no name.

Concrete gets better as it ages, doesn't it.

I gotta come back at night. I'll bet when these are lit, all around the lake, must look pretty cool.

Major sculpture

I like columns. 

Are the lion's eyes open or closed?

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Favorite Passage

I thought it was time for another passage from my current work in process. Hope you love it as much as I did.

"Tony asked me out and I said yes."
"The admiral."
"Tony Evans. The admiral. Asked you out?" I stammered.
She had turned crimson. "So has Hanoch."
"Hanoch? As in Hanoch Beri? Monty?"
She nodded.
"You can't be my shrink because my only two friends in the world are hitting on you?"
She nodded.
"That so sucks," I mumbled.
She nodded.
"You couldn't say no?" I asked.
She cocked her head. "Have you looked at either of them lately?"
They weren't so hot. For old men. Smart. Personable. Okay, they were good looking. A rash of jealousy poured over me. Boiling oil. I could be a Viking climbing a Cumbrian castle wall. I might have had my historical reference a little skewed.

Snapshots - Lake Wire, Lakeland FL

Greetings from the Hermit Writer  [April 19 shots]

Louise said, "Whacha lukin at!"

"Yer irri-taten me!"

Junior said, "What? What?"

Louise explained, "Them pitcher takers have no manners."

"But they don't seem to mean any harm."

"Get in the water, Junior. We're outta here."

"Oh, okay, see ya, dude."

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Snapshots - Palm Harbor, FL P2

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Finishing up with my photos from my 04-12 hike.

More of the pretty color blobs. What do you call these things?

For the musicians out there.

Cool glass.

This was right next door. I have a feeling it was connected in some way with the art center.

Real men build around 200 year old oaks.

This poor cow got caught napping. I hope the perpetrators were severely punished. Can you imagine the issues Elsa must have?

A blob of color.

Nice place to sit in the shade and tilt back a cool one, eh?