Perspective

Last Sunday, my friend Alda's son Henry took me on a golf cart tour of their Cobbs Creek neighborhood that included this stunning structure.

Henry was kind enough to accommodate my obsession with old, solid buildings and their rugged yet rusted roofs.


He also did not bat an eye when I insisted on stopping long enough to get a picture of this gap.

There is a boat in the background of this shot.  Really.

I was so focused on the building that I almost overlooked everything going on
in the background, which included a boat.

Henry wanted to make sure I got these last two pictures of the water.

While I was focused on the Piankatank River, he suggested the best
shot would include something else.

These trees.

He was right.

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Have a great weekend.

Numbers

45 on Ridge Road

11 at the Mouth of Queens Creek
(Cow Point)

Zero Near Aaron's Beach

Compass Numbers

Boat Registration Numbers

Road Numbers

Address Numbers

20 Near Windsor
(You may have to click on the image to enlarge.)

45 on Gwynns Island

Although numbers and I tend to bicker and fuss as a general rule, there are rare times when we get along-- provided they aren't part of an algebraic equation or a word problem involving trains leaving stations. Math and I were never good friends, but sometimes numbers--as long as they're not being pushy and trying to take over and confuse things--are OK.

Seven, for example, has always been my favorite number, dating back to high school when I'd write it inside my socks for track meets or basketball games.

(This was back in the day when people wore socks instead of footies. Back in this same day, student athletes would trot across the high school parking lot to the pay phone, dial their home phone number without inserting the required dime or quarter, and then hang up when their mother answered. This was the signal to the mother that practice was over. Kids? Is it any wonder your grandparents struggle with concepts like texting and your very own mother does too? would still have dial-up internet if not for your intervention?)

Click here for a 2008 post  that references the number seven a few times.

Click here and here for my mother's answers to the same questions.

This hodgepodge of a blog post that claimed to be about numbers and wound up referencing pay phones, footies, and the year 2008 is now coming to a merciful close.

Weekend

Over the weekend I had the pleasure of being invited to a neighborhood party in Cobbs Creek, just a few houses away from where my friend Alda lives.

It was a beautiful day.

That's the one and only Alda on the left.

Our host Jim.  All the shots of our hostess Lee came out blurry for some reason.
She was playing a lively game of cornhole, and I'm not very good at action shots.

Mr. C.

Alda's son Henry
 Look at those eyes.

Alda's husband Lawrence

Alda's daughter Betsy shows me the tooth she just lost.

Henry is an excellent driver. He gave me a tour of the grounds  and made sure to stop at places he thought were the best for taking pictures.  I'll show some of those later in the week.

He is way too cute.  

Henry took the golf cart back to Alda's house and returned with a photo of us from
our tenth grade trip to Spain.  Somehow I need to get a scanned copy of that, it's priceless.

It was great catching up with old friends and meeting new ones.

The weekend overall was very relaxing.

Hope yours was too.

The Sun and the Moon

A recent sunrise on Queens Creek

A recent moonrise on Queens Creek

My son and daughter sun and moon playing volleyball at home on Queens Creek

Happy Memorial Day weekend.

Benchmark

These were taken last week at Ware Church in Gloucester.

I've taken many pictures from the grounds of this church.

Daughter's eighth grade graduation took place here.

Daughter's infamous concert, where Son and I displayed inappropriate church behavior, was also here.

There's one photo from 2009 (and an unrelated story about fried chicken) here.