Showing posts with label Back to Myself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Back to Myself. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Running Man in a Gorgeous Sunday Sky


I was waiting in the porch for Greg to bring me a Dunkin' Donuts coffee, and that cloud was the only one in the sky. I'm looking at the cloud and thinking that looks like a man running. It was too early to my brain properly functioning, took me couple of minutes to get the camera and shoot the picture. Still looks like a man running but was more intense before.


Thanks for the coffee Greg.


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Can someone help me answering this question?
I don't know what kind of tree is this tree that is driving me crazy.






Sunday, July 6, 2008

Time for A Change

Ok, I totally agree that the blog is going down on the drain.
I'm lacking in enthusiasm.
Reviewing past posts I realize how the whole purpose of this blog got lost in some point in time. It’s a must for me to search for the roots of my blog. I’m taking some time off from posting and hopefully I will get back on the track.
See ya.


By the way, some old photos to reminde myself of the good times.
















Sunday, June 29, 2008

Ducks Don't Eat Apples

Last week coming back from the Gym, I arrived to my sister’s condominium where the usual dozen of ducks were in front of her apartment, waiting for the afternoon meal that she provides.
I had in my hands what was left from an apple that I ate (I always carry in my bag an apple to eat after exercise) and looking those very famished ducks coming towards me and quacking for food, I decided that will be a great idea throw the leftover apple to the ducks, so I did.
The bigger one (his name is Sergeant) runs towards the apple, grabbed and spitted back immediately. My sister came out; figured that he don’t want the apple because was too big. So, she went inside and got a knife, came out and cut the leftover apple in small pieces, throwing the pieces for the ducks.
They all run to grabbed a piece, and with the same reaction that Sergeant has spitted right back to us. I swear!!! Every duck were looking at us, quacking at us (probably cursing at us) with a question mark in their faces. Why apple? Don’t you know that ducks don’t eat apples?
Anyone knows why?
Photo by Richard S.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

Pastel

I'm trying something different.

Yesterday was my sister birthday, she decided to make a "Pastel Party".

No pasteis in the USA.