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I have to say it’s damned hard to follow up my beautiful grazing sheep. But – it’s not a competition.
And I rather like this overexposed flock of ducks on the run in the early morning hour. It was so still, the only thing I could hear was their wings.
Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
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What a beautiful photo. Thanks for sharing.
Manoj
11/06/2012 at 10:34 pm
You’re most welcome, Manoj!
Titirangi Storyteller
12/06/2012 at 9:06 am
To be able to hear them? What an experience.
Trinity River
12/06/2012 at 3:04 am
Ducks are noisy!
Titirangi Storyteller
12/06/2012 at 8:57 am
I love it when I hear the Canada Geese flying overhead. Makes me want to go far, far away.
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:58 am