Arterial Memorabilia

My eight gig memory card is full, has been full for awhile. I've been paring the contents mega by mega byte, all the while adding to it. I'll have to get a new card eventually, but not until I have it full of what I want [moon fill my bag]. Here's to external memory - what I'd do without it I do not know. Here's to the art of editing. Cut is crucial to the vine.

I enjoy the Lignum Vitae

Life on the two by four

I could wile away the hours...

Conversing with the flowers.

Before that I was wallowing in a loose knit plan...

and that was the plan, and it was a good one. No particular place to go except across Florida to the Atlantic side and head north and west then south and west again.

Work in Progress

It wasn't happening for me in Tucson, nothing against Tucson - I didn't give it a chance.

It was like a weigh station for me, like Deming was just after I left Cloudcroft. My last days out west were crossroads; uneventful, but critical.

Before that I was wallowing delightfully in a loose knit plan...

From August 6, 2009 - Reynolda Gardens in Winston-Salem, NC

and back in the yarden on Seidenberg

Memory of the 1998 Triumph Trident 900

Between the years 1998 and 2004 I drove nothing but my 1998 Triumph Trident 900 motorcycle - In all that time I don't recall having ever taken a photograph of it - I don't know who made these photos I've posted; I've left file names the way I found them - These photos are merely for illustration as I am musing the past and desire an image.

My Triumph was solid black with deep red tank banner and gold lettering, similar to the photo above. My friend Kim called it "the whisper jet". It was, and it rode like a dream; engineered for instinct.

Feeling the years as well as aches and pains from "the accident" (pre-Trident), I sold my bike in 2004 and bought a 2004 Kia Spectra Hatchback, also known affectionately as Camp Cafe Kia and Motor Inn - As I am in Key West now I am thinking of selling the car to join the world of island scooters. Or maybe not. Shite - My mind is not yet made up. Time in Key West is time for dreaming.

Another Wrightsville Beach Sunset Memory from Carolina Yacht Club, July 2009

looking across the waterway from the porch of the C.Y.C.

these petals deserve a closer look - click on photo to enlarge - then click on again for a closer inspection.

White Frangipani in our yard

Memory of a Sunset from the Carolina Yacht Club, Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, July 2009

I had a lovely time in Wilmington/Wrightsville Beach, thanks to Emily Bridgman -

Thanks Emily!!

Frangipani in our Key West yard

Window Shopping In Key West

Bobby Comes to Town

So good to have visit from friends Bobby and Wayne from Clearwater!