The Last Shot of the Day

There’s always the last shot of the day. That shot when you know you’re done, it’s time to walk away.

There’s a spot I go to at Silver Springs State Park to watch the sun set.

It offers an unobstructed view over a huge prairie.

Seems only fitting to watch sunsets over prairies in Illinois.

After taking this shot I started walking back to the car.

A glance over my shoulder.

There must have been a break in the clouds on the horizon that I couldn’t see. The pink/orange glow was starting to spread across the gray clouds in this shot.

I walked back to my spot, raised the camera, and…


Nothing happened.

The battery was dead.

I think I heard… No shit, really?

I walked backward to the car.

As I drove east, I watched in my rear view mirror as the pink/orange glow grew to cover all that is gray in the shot above.

It covered all of it.

I pointed my rear view mirror downward.

I had seen enough.


What the Hell are you Doing?

I walked into the kitchen. The wife was cooking… what the hell are you doing?

“I’m cooking up hot dogs for me and mom.”

(Insert laughing here).

I can see that, you’ve got a hot dog on a fork and are cooking it on a burner on the stove.

(More laughing).

“Of course, I do this all the time.”

(Still more laughing).

No you don’t. We’ve been together for nearly 9 years and I’ve never seen you do this.


(Still more. Besides the low light, the images suck cause it was hard to hold the camera still).

“I do this all the time when you’re not fucking home so I don’t have to put up with your laughing and standing here taking pictures.”

Seriously, did you think I’d respond any other way.

“Didn’t your mom do this for you?” I could hear mom chuckling in the living room.

Uh, no.


“I’ll bet your mom made up those hideous boiled things.”

Well, yeah…

“Damn Polacks boil everything to death.”



She finished cooking the dog and thrust the charred thing within inches of my nose.

“See, just like cooking it on a fire while out camping. Smells the same and just about tastes the same. Got anything to say about that?”

No, I’m pretty much speechless. (Cause I was laughing too hard).

“That’s gotta be a bitch for you, you always got something to say. Damn Polack.”


Sleepy Bees

I’ve always noticed that on cool, damp, drizzly days the bees don’t like to move around much.

Rather than busy bees, they tend to be sleepy bees.

Directly out my back door are sunflowers. They’ve been loaded with bees the last few days.

Today, this first one, has been sitting in the same spot for hours.

It even fell asleep with food all over its head. Pollen must do that to you.


There were two on another flower. The one has had its head jammed down next to the petals for hours.

The other has been doing its best to remain busy as a bee. It slowly goes back and forth on the same small sunflower over and over again. Every now and then it will walk out to the tip of a petal and vibrate the moisture off its wings. Then back to its slow exploration of the sunflower.


Come to think of it, that’s pretty much how my day has gone.

Bigger is Better – Still just a test

I’m still playing around with setting up photos in some kind of gallery view, so these are just a repeat of stuff you may have seen elsewhere.

The plan was to use the Nextgen Gallery plugin, but the latest update crapped out and doesn’t work. I can go through the trouble of getting a patch and figuring out how to apply it, but in my simple mind, that’s bullshit. Release something that works. Don’t make me work around it.

So, I have Jetpack installed on this site. I have a love/hate relationship with Jetpack. I love all the modules that come with it even though I don’t use most of them and it seems extremely stable. Which it should be. I think it’s made by the same people that make WordPress, so it damn well better work seamlessly. What I hate is that I had to register with WordPress.com. I didn’t want to do that. The most annoying aspect of that is that it is always asking to sign in to WordPress, even if all I’m doing is leaving a comment on another’s WordPress site. BUT, the most annoying is that when I go into my dashboard it will sometimes ask me to log in. Apparently the developers of Jetpack don’t understand the concept of the little Remember Me check box. The damn thing obviously doesn’t work for more than a couple of days at a time. It obviously has severe memory issues.

Anyway, they have a module called Carousel built into Jetpack. A basic gallery feature.

I used it in another recent post. I’m used to sizing photos so they fit the width of the blog column, that’s why I chose the themes I use. This one allows me to go with an 8 inch width on images. I noticed with the Carousel gallery I might be able to go even bigger. The ones in the gallery below are sized to 12 inches wide.

I’ll know in a second if it works…


Sunset in the Neighborhood

Sunset in the neighborhood.

You take what you can get.

Or, you take what you got.

I live a short block from some busy railroad tracks.
Tiki the Bitch Queen likes to go for extended evening walks along the tracks.
Lots of fresh and new smells I guess.
She can shit where she wants and neither of us give it much thought.

Sunsets are more urban, more industrial, but I grew up that way a long time ago.
I guess back then I was an inner city kid.
Punk kids, I recall being called.
There are some things you’re perpetually used to.
Urban sunsets are one of those.

It’s no longer what I want, what I prefer.
But, you take what you can get.
Or, you take what you got.