Ever hear of this place?
On the west side of this barrier island where most folks head for the sunny beaches is a surprising area called Nags Head Woods. Bounded on the east by the sand dunes, this area is a protected ecological treasure of over 1,400 acres owned and operated by the Nature Conservancy. It is under both local and national protection. Deciduous trees, migratory birds, freshwater ponds, and marine life offer some explanation as to how a thriving community was once able to exist there in the 1800’s. Gravesites, home foundations. . . bits of history can still be seen.
Beautiful shots! Now let’s see some of those large, ancient trees in the woods.
Looks like there are no more pictures forthcoming today.
He does seem to be well-balanced though. Mother would be pleased.
BroJoe checks out things at Lake Mattamuskeet occasionally and this building which looks like a lighthouse, but isn’t, is one of his favorite subjects to photograph there. That original photograph was taken in December, after the leaves had fallen. It still looks green and timeless because of all the pines.
Here’s how it appears in autumn.
Don’t ask what this next one is. He took it during his flight to Utah recently.
He explained it with a Rod Serling quote: It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.
Sterling was frustrated by the censorship of anything deemed controversial in his scripts, including war, race, and social justice. In one instance, censors removed a shot of the Chrysler Building because the show was sponsored by Ford.
One of the screenwriter, playwright, producer, most famous comments was:
It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.
If you want to watch some of those deliciously eerie Twilight Zone episodes, they’re still running in the twilight zone of cable TV.
I’ve been thinking about joining T.V. Watchers Anonymous, but I can’t figure out what channel it’s on.
– Melanie White
BroJoe plays with paint drips occasionally to see what he can make. Sometimes he sends photos of his renderings to me. Now and then he shares what he thinks they are, but I rarely see it that way.
This time, we’ll leave it to you to give them titles or descriptions according to what YOU see. Put them in our Comments section. I’ll put my own sisterly thoughts at the very bottom.
Here we go with #1:
So. . . exactly how did three pieces of “serious art” speak to you? Why yes, “No way!” is an acceptable answer, should you be wondering, but we hope you give it a shot.
These are not exactly artsy fartsy works that we’re sharing here. Not to worry–he’s keeping his day job.
Here’s how I see them:
- The Penguin Redux. The Penguin (of Batman fame) having a psychedelic flashback, with Batman in the center of his brain. In fact, there’s Cat Woman toward the back of the head. On the other hand, it might be George Washington with a migraine.
- Trumped! An elf who bears a faint facial resemblance to a Boston terrier, agonizes because Donald Trump (note the brown hairpiece) is trying to take over his brain.
- Surfer in a Slick. That’s not the name BroJoe chose, for he titled this one himself. According to him, that’s Banzai Pipeline/ Heavies/North Shore Oahu. I would add only that it has to be “after one horrendous oil spill.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. – Scott Adams
Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves that they have a better idea. – John Anthony Ciardi
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. – Edgar Degas
Just when you think summer may last forever, the calendar flips over to September. Occasionally, a hint of fall teases the air, but September temperatures at the beach usually soften to golden perfection. The days are noticeably shorter. BroJoe can sleep a bit longer and still be at the beach well before sunup.
The Autumnal Equinox will arrive on September 23. Once the -ber months begin, it still takes the ocean months to cool. September ocean temps are usually only three degrees less than those of August. By October, they drop about ten more, which still keeps them in the 70’s. The chilly temperatures arrive in Novem-brrr and Decem-brrr .
The beach belongs to the tourists until Labor Day. After that, the wild bucks go back to their respective schools and the wild ponies of The Outer Banks roam the beach more freely. Year-rounders begin to enjoy the luxuries of autumn. . . available parking spots, no waiting for tables, no traffic fumes.
Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone. Anonymous
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. – Rainer Maria Rilke
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night. – Hal Borland
Miss Boo, the cat that sleeps through hurricanes, loves beach life, so it is not surprising that she has her own calico surfboard.
Here we have Mr. Third:
This is the newest cat in the household. He can’t manage “grumpy,” but he can certainly do a fabulous “stoic.” He may be upset about his name. Perhaps, when they told him that he’d be known as Mr. Third, he didn’t hear the “h.”
Now, on to some catty quotes:
In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this. – Terry Pratchett
I gave my cats a bath the other day … they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it, it was fun for me. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that… – Steve Martin
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose. ~Garrison Keillor
To err is human, to purr is feline. ~Robert Byrne
The cat was created when the lion sneezed. ~Arabian Proverb
The day got brighter, but there may be thunderstorms tomorrow. Someone always has the blues.
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You play a ‘lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain’t dead but I’m just supposed to be’ blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that’s what rock n’ roll did with it. So blues ain’t going nowhere. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.
I don’t care how tragic your life: if you own even one computer, you cannot sing the blues. – Unknown
Bad places for the Blues:
b. Gallery openings
c. Ivy league institutions
d. Golf courses – Unknown
Elwood Blues: It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Jake Blues: Hit it! – The Blues Brothers
The Oregon Inlet was formed in the mid-1800’s after a strong hurricane separated one island into two. The Oregon, one of the ships that survived the storm was afloat in the Pamlico Sound at the time. After the storm, the crew headed for shore and told mainlanders of the breach. It became known as the Oregon Inlet.
The Herbert C. Bonner bridge in the background is now set to be replaced by another bridge running parallel to that one at an estimated cost of just under $200,000,000. This is one of three bridges scheduled to be constructed in the area to accommodate the 1,000,000 tourists who visit The Outer Banks annually. To help pay for construction costs, it has been decided that all three will be toll bridges.
Just joshing you about the tolls. Come on!
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I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me.
Jeff Bridges wants you to take it easy, man.