Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Ships plus camera

I got a new camera recently, because my little old Canon Powershot finally clicked its last. I still haven't thrown it away, because I loved it so. I knew it was about to go, and had already shopped for its replacement, but I still felt bad. Until today, when I stepped out for lunch to see the Tall Ships Parade. I walked down to Chrissy Field, near the Yacht Club, and zoomed my new Powershot SX100 15 out over the water. Despite a large view screen, my aging eyes could not tell at all if the "AUTO" setting had successfully focussed on the ship. I trusted and clicked anyway.

Imagine my pleasure when I got back to my desk and took a look at the photos! I think now I'm ready to toss the old camera away.

(be sure to click on this image to see the large size of the photo...)

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Mamma Mia

One word: GO. SEE. IT.

Ok, well maybe more than one word. But honestly we had so much fun watching that movie! and everyone else in the theater seemed to, too. Laughing out loud, singing along loudly to bad Abba songs, drooling over the beautiful Greek scenery, laughing some more, tearing up a little. Meryl Streep, sexy boys and girls, people bursting into song, more singalong, Meryl Streep again and again. Middle-aged women are powerful and can dance in platform shoes! Everyone ends up with someone! Very happy.

Afterwards we celebrated with greek pizza.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Crows vs. Owl

A Sunday morning walk, around the levee that keeps our neighborhood from the marshy bay. As we walked the portion that backs up to a street, we heard the oh-so-familiar argument of crows droning on in the tall trees of someone's yard. As we got closer, the volume and intensity increased. We imagined those folks in their house, cursing the crows, as they were trying to sleep in on the holiday weekend. We stopped to count how many crows we could see among the leaves. The tree was alive with movement. Suddenly, the cawing changed tempo and pitch, and the group started to fly off. As they rose from the tree like a black cloud, we saw one white bird in their midst. It was a huge owl, whose heavy square head and wide wingspread looked awkward and graceful all at once. The twenty or more crows dove at him and surrounded him. He flapped his wings slowly and moved away easily as they tried to peck and warn him. They came at him from all sides, but he never seemed to get flustered or hit. We watched in awe as the feathered pack flew on through the neighborhood to alight in the next set of tall trees. They went on to awaken yet another family.

Saturday, July 05, 2008


Why do we (I) compete? is it genetic/survival of the fittest? my siblings all love a good argument and love to compete - maybe it's nurture? But I don't really recall our parents pegging us against one another the way you see in some families. My hobby is competitive singing, I love to race and beat people at games, my blood gets riled up with just a verbal sparring. However, I don't win very often. In fact, when I buy a raffle ticket or enter a contest of that sort, I never expect to win, as I never have. But I heard myself saying that recently, and then I mentally corrected myself - THIS TIME, I WILL WIN! I'm visualizing it!

The following week, my quartet entered the County Fair singing contest and won first place, Best in Show.