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Showing posts with label Image. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

First snow … And it’s a sudden blizzard. A deliberate attack from the Snow Miser. And we must respond accordingly. Any road that harbors snow is an enemy of freedom.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

A blast of color.. A rainbow behind my house as photographed by a friend.. Directly from the woods behind the abode.. The cold air just moved in. Night is falling.. The last glimmer of light is from the array of colors fading into the winter night..

Saturday, January 9, 2016

By now you’ve seen THIS.

You may not have wanted to.. but you did.

Lady Gaga and Taylor Kinney, apparently post sexual relations, on a magazine cover.

You cannot unsee..

There are lots of comparisons to LENNON AND ONO.. Sorry. This pales in comparison.. No comparison at all frankly..

Friday, January 8, 2016

Thursday, December 31, 2015



Play us out..the new song begins in an hour. New Year’s Eve ending, sliding into another year..


This is about the time of January 11.. It looks like a big storm on the East Coast with lots of rocking and rolling.

Cold air may be needed to make it snow.. But either way something big will be happening.

IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE ‘16

Thursday, December 24, 2015

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2015.

This is my original artwork.. it’s my nostalgic Christmas postcard to you.

The scene I drew in this picture, several years ago actually, is gone now. It is of the former St. Ignatius Church in Centralia, PA, a place I attended Christmas midnight mass for several years when my life began. The road signs are indicating that a highway was closed, most likely because of the Christmas blanket of snow causing mine fire fumes to overtake the highway.. The footsteps? Could be mine walking around .. could be my father, as he was the caretaker of the property for 20 years..

But it’s all gone now.
So often, we are greeted yearly with cards of this nature–places that are now gone or changed for good.

My Christmas memories hold this scene in high esteem.
They always will.
Times were simpler then–even though my hometown was being bulldozed over and people were being forced out. Still simple.
A quiet blanket of snow..
This year, 2015, it’s about 60 or so degrees outside of my house.
This scene is a memory.
As is the town and all buildings that were in it.

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE.



Desperate times call for desperate discounts. Christmas Eve proves you’re out of time to buy..

The worst thing you can do is panic buy.. no big boxes. Just do a gift card.. don’t embarrass yourself.

HAPPY EASTER!!

Christmas records are right now, as I type this, being shattered in 2015..

SCARY CHRISTMAS!!

The live temperature map this Christmas eve looks more like Easter than December..

Christmas Eve horror and hell: Deadly tornadoes sweep through Midwest and Southeast.. 7 confirmed dead..

This is weather for spring time days.. not Christmas Eve..

But this is the year, as the AP reports here, the weather has changed and everything is upside down.

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