Inevitably, it comes to the North-East, along with those special warm days of brilliant sunshine and blue skies. One great place to walk and leisurely take it in is Saddle Brook County Park. Among the new cherry blossoms, and fresh green and yellow ground cover, is the historically significant old Red Mill, built in 1745 as a grist mill, and site of numerous Revolutionary War activities.
Today, by contrast, and within walking distance are the mega malls and shopping districts of Paramus, NJ, along nearby Rts. 4 and 17, where week-day traffic volume exceeds 300,000 vehicles a day, vs. maybe….a smattering of horse and wagons when the stones of this mill were first placed.
Sometime ago, I captured some images in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida which in their differing ways provided visual interest of contrasting chromatic planes, sweeping lines, three dimensional shapes and solids….and when viewed as whole, raised a totally non-esoteric question: “How do they keep that so impeccably clean!”
I’m not sure about the how, but I do know the why, as this exquisite Sanlorenzo yacht was at that time renting (chartering) for about $150,000 a week, and at that price it better look good! With a nominal party of 10, that’s really only $30,000 a couple! Really! Seriously!
This exquisite 90’ 7” Motor Yacht, RETRO BLUE, is no longer for charter, although today it can be purchased for a mere $9,863,000 USD. But the appreciation of it’s colors, and lines; it’s form and dimensions; and the dreams it holds within, is free.
We, all of us, are the young couple to the left in this image. Once again, bewildered spectators of the unspeakable. And the resolve is strengthened: No matter how horrific the events may be, we will always stand up for our country, our flag, and our humanity9/18/01, Jersey City, NJ After a week…after 11 1/2 years…and Forever
It’s that time of year again, and although the usual signs of spring, like warmth, and budding trees, seem to have been missing this year, the battle of ownership has begun right on time with the arrival of the Mourning Doves. To me, their “woo OO oo oo oo” call incites a reaction not unlike Principal Ed Rooney’s querying eyes – snapped wide open in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” Like “Oh no, I’ve got to STOP them now before they build their prodigious breeding nest on my house again!”
Mourning Doves are cute (annoying) and peaceful (noisy,) but they insist on nesting in the rafters over the porch despite all efforts to stop them (fish line, whirligigs, yelling!!!) Then, once they lay their two little eggs, someone maternal seems to appear and declare their removal cruel and unacceptable.
Mourning Doves mate for life, annually claiming a nesting place as their apparent mandate to colonize the planet. Each pair produces up to 6 broods of two “fledglings” each, every season. So the following year, the demand for housing (!) is that much stronger. They do not pay rent. They just go “woo WO oo oo oo,” breed, and throw their little twigs all over the place. Aside from Calvin the cat, there seems little I can do, but smile meekly…and take pictures like these: The initial “scouting” process; the nesting; and finally – a two week old “fledgling” in it’s first day out of the nest. Cute!
If there is any consolation, however….I was recently the proud recipient of the “cool picture” award from the fine judges at ViewBug for this final image. Soo..that’s good. That’s very good. …….Maybe they can stay!