childhood dreams
Posted on September 3rd, 2008 by Rupert
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world view
Posted on August 31st, 2008 by Rupert
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RECENT PHOTOS august 2008
Posted on August 30th, 2008 by Rupert
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the mind of the beholder … {8-1-2008}
Posted on August 1st, 2008 by Rupert
I was reminded yesterday that there is a difference between a circle and a square.
“Why don’t we meet at “Columbus square”, I asked?
“Are you thinking of the one near city hall?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“That’s Columbus Circle. Have you forgotten the difference between a circle and a square?”
“Isn’t there a Columbus Square in downtown?”
“No, what you are thinking about is Clinton Square?”
“Where is that?”
“It’s on Erie Blvd; and it’s really not a square, it’s a rectangle.”
“Okay. Then let’s meet at Clinton Rectangle.”
“It’s not rectangle; it’s square.”
“If I look for a square, will I see a square?”
“No.”
“If I look for a rectangle, will I see a rectangle?”
“Let’s just forget it!”
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Is it true that we see what we look for?
or is it true that what we look for is what we see?
Some of you are thinking, “They mean the same thing!”
Others of you are thinking, “They mean nothing!” {You agree with the first group, only you are more specific.}
phlip-phlop
Posted on July 31st, 2008 by Rupert
At the post office this morning {7-28-2008}, I had one of those profound thoughts {questions?} that only comes once in a lifetime.
Since the place was quiet and not busy, I was able to hear a flapping sound. I turned around to see what was causing the noise. A lady, wearing flip-flops, had just entered the post office 
I wondered what caused the “flapping” sound. Was it the flip or was it the flap? When I got home, I asked “the” LV. “What causes the flapping noise in flip-flops?”
Her answer came so quickly that I did not trust it. I decided to get a second opinion.
That evening as we walked in the mall, I asked two young women that question. {note: it is at times such as these that “the” LV leaves me.} Have you ever looked into someones face for about 30 seconds and seen human emotions? questioning, confusion, fear, pity, compassion, etc. I saw them all and they were looking at me.
When I finished explaining the nature of my research to them, they both relaxed . They answered the question. But I made them promise not to say anything bad about me after I left.
As “the” LV and I left the mall, I said, “You were right.”
“About what?”
“Where the sound of flapping comes from. I really don’t know if you are right but two women I asked agree with you.”
I got that “Oh, brother!” look.
An unplanned event {7-30-2008}
Posted on July 30th, 2008 by Rupert
Why is it that things happen when you do not expect them to happen?
Over the weekend I thought I might be hit by lightning. If I had, it would not have been an accident. A quote from a letter that I received in relation to that photo was, “What? Are you nuts?” I am sure that if I had been hit by lightning, she would not have said that {only thought it}. She would have said something like this. “Oh, the poor man; he was so brave!” Then again, maybe not.
The picture above is one of the “fallouts” of my fall this morning {7-29-2008}.
Another “fallout” is that I have to now manually straighten out my lens before I shoot the picture. But thankfully, I could get up and walk away; even though, I did not know which way I was walking.
The next thing that will probably happen will be that “the” LV will make me wear life alert.
What is an ACCIDENT? {Let’s agree to go with the first definition.}
1 an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance
2 an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance
I was leaning out over the water; I was being careful. I wanted “THE” shot.
This is a photo of my foot on the rail.
The “unplanned event” occurred as I was backing off the rail.
I am not sure that this picture was worth it.
“You are benched!”
Posted on July 29th, 2008 by Rupert
This is a photo of a bench in Cooperstown, New York. I sent this to all my photophriends last week. What surprised me is that I got more responses on this photo than others that I have sent out.
My comment with the photo was this. “I have a dream … to sit on this bench for an hour and watch the world.”
The following are a couple of your comments.
“To borrow a phrase, Just do it!”
I received this comment in various ways from several people. However! Why does there always seem to be a “however”? However — if I do sit, it would no longer be a dream. At my age I can not afford the risk of losing a dream; there are so few left. WE ALL HAVE DREAMS. LET’S NOT LOSE THEM.
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“I would like to sit there with you.”
This reminded me of a story about a dream. However, I am not going to tell you!
I tried to modify my dream with this person sitting with me. It might have worked but she talked too much. I was distracted.
Remember, I am a guy. Guys can not multitask! I could not “watch” and “listen” at the same time. I had problems.
I will admit, however, that I found it easier to “listen” and “watch” than to “watch” and “listen”.
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hidden rules {7-28-2008)
Posted on July 28th, 2008 by Rupert
There seems to be “hidden” rules in many activities. These rules are often unknown to the person who is uninitiated. I did not know an activity as simple as picking blueberries had “hidden” rules.
When I was invited to pick blueberries this past weekend, I wanted to decline! I am a city boy! I buy blueberries!
All I could think of was sun and mosquitoes when I thought about it. “The” LV said I had to go.
“Okay, what will I have to do?”
“It’s easy. We all have to pick one quart and then we go home.”
“What happens if everyone has picked a quart and there is one person who is still working?
“We leave that person to walk home,” answered our leader. He must have seen the look on my face because he then added, “I’m just kidding.”
As we were picking the berries, our leader came out with the “hidden” rules. I don’t think any of the other pickers were aware of these rules. They seemed as surprised as I was.
rule one: no one was allowed to pick next to me. I am sure that it was a coincidence but he came out with that rule right after I emptied his half filled quart into my quart. {when his back was turned, of course}
rule two: This rule was a bit complicated for me. It had something to do with percent. I never did understand percentages. We could not eat more than 10% of what we picked. Who is smart enough to apply this rule? I am sure that I was not the only one eating the berries even though he looked directly at me when he pronounced the rule.
Everyone else had their quart filled; I still had 1/4 to go. They talked about leaving me. “The” LV came to my rescue !
“Remember, he’s only a beginner,” she said.
BEGINNERS LUCK! I did not have to walk back.
An enjoyable trip {7-24-2008}
Posted on July 24th, 2008 by Rupert
I took some of “the” LV’s money to the bank yesterday morning. This is always enjoyable. She likes me to carry her “loot” to the bank at least once a week. I get personal enjoyment because that is the day that she gives me my allowance.
As I entered the bank, I noticed that there was a new teller on duty.
“Good morning, may I help you?”
I walked up to her “cage” and said, “Yes, you may and I also want to say how impressed I am with you.”
“Really? In what way?”
“Most of the time the cashiers ask, “Can I help you? You said may. You are good.”
She responded, “Well, I try to be correct.”
As she started to process my transaction, I said in a rather loud voice, “HOWEVER!” I also raised the first finger on my left hand for artistic emphasis.
She looked up expectantly. “However what?”
“If you had said, ‘can’, I have a little humorous remark that I often say.”
“What is that?”
“If you’re here the next time I come, be sure to use the word ‘can’ and you will find out. I’m sure you know the old saying about the joy of anticipation.”
