I took a quick jaunt around the area to get the heck out of the house for a while today. Had a nice chat with my dad while parked in this little park. I feel a bit childless like this playground regarding the damned virus. I so want to see my children and the rest of my family but it’s not possible. The fence around the playground is like the virus, a fence that keeps families apart.
A sad sight
These are admittedly not good photos, but I don’t do night photography. There have been zero clouds at sunset the last few days, hence no new sunsets. I have zero plans for the upcoming holiday, do you? This holiday will be very different for many Americans. Myself? No difference really but there will be no trips to Michigan this summer either. John is not a happy camper…
In this photo, the first three items in the little windowsill are my mothers regardless of her passing. The little donkey belongs to my grandparents regardless of them passing in 1979 and 1983. There is so much love here. 🥰 Love, the most powerful thing in this universe.
Pepper the Shepard and Blondie are so missed! I actually feel a bit angry that It’s not safe and possible for me (or anyone) to travel to Michigan. I really miss my family and these sweet girls. Sadness once again sets in. On a bright note, all of my ceiling fans are being replaced today, and two Sago Palms are being planted in the backyard. Still a good day!
OK, I am digging really deep in the archives this morning for these photos. I spoke with my father the other day up in Michigan, just catching up on things with him. Pepper is doing well, gladly, her hindquarters haven’t become more painful for her as she’s a senior dog these days.
Blondie is well to, she’s much younger. I miss these babies! It totally sucks that I can’t make my summer journey home to see my family. It’s so good for the soul to be with those you love so much. A tiny tear comes to my eye…
Just above and to the left of the warning sign is the threshold of runway 26L at McCarran International. I’ve touched down many times on that runway, it’s so interesting to be landing when I look out the window and recognise the roads and sidestreets.
It’s always so nice to be landing back at home but this summer I’ll not likely make the usual jaunt to Michigan because of this damned virus.
I am not a happy camper! I had a nice chat with my dad on the phone this morning for Fathers Day of course, and spoke with my daughter too.
I miss my family so much, but I don’t regret the decision to put down root here in Las Vegas, I’m not so sure that I could handle living in Michigan again after seven years here in the wonderful weather we have. Well, it’s very nice most of the time anyway!
The distant mountains are very much higher than they appear!
The Bridge is on my folks’ property back home in Michigan. I’ve painted that bridge as needed over the years, rode quads and snowmobiles over it so many times.
This bunny is among many items on a shelf in my folks’ home in Michigan. I miss you, mom! 🥰
I don’t recall which year this Chief Pontiac hood ornament is on but the car is a true beauty. I’ve included an old over-processed photo I took some years ago of Chief Pontiac, he’s a bust in my dad’s wonderful man cave. I am still sad that the Pontiac Motor Division is gone…
I paid it for fourteen years.
Gosh dang if I can remember or find the actual name of this tool! Funny thing is I remember using them back in the 1960’s as a kid with the family, deep in the Michigan wood. We were at the deer hunting camp on the 120 acres we owned back then, fun memories!
All bunk beds, a picnic table and a very minimal kitchen. And of course your basic outhouse behind the cabin which was near the old fashion hand pump that pulled water from the ground.
I can still remember that water too, it was the coldest, clearest and most delicious water ever! The pump was on the very edge of a cedar swamp at the base of a hill. Wonderful memories, great days in the 1960’s!! Lord, I miss my family members so much.
An old photo of dad’s man cave workbench. I miss home…
Beautiful sunshine for now, a chance of showers later today. Desert love! 🌴🌵
What happens to these items? Will they simply turn to dust in time? Do you ever wonder what happened to that bicycle you loved as a child or toys from childhood? How about those boats that my family owned when we lived on the lake as children so many years ago? Are they rotting away in a landfill somewhere? Why do things vanish? I’m going lockdown nutty! 😂
Old stuff going away – slowly
Americans built cars that were true pieces of art! ❤️
Memories of wonderful days gone by in Michigan. I’ve been on the blower with my family this afternoon, calling around and checking in. Thank the good Lord they are all well. I wish the same for each of you. 🙏🏻🙂
This vine was planted by my mother many years ago, it still lives as does she with the Lord. 🙏🏻
Continuing with the antique auto theme, here’s a still as we rolled along a Georgia highway.
I forgot about this video, my dad is driving on the right side of the car. So fun!! 😎❤️
Three photos from I don’t know when actually when but they are all iPhone photos. Mom had a wonder sense of design both indoor and out. She passed in 2012 yet her indoor and out decor is still unchanged. As it should be. 🙏🏻
This is where I am actually from, not the Mojave Desert 😎
Again from 2015, here’s an iPhone photo of my dad and I rolling along in the old timer. He’s driving, I would never ask to drive this car as it takes time to learn and he never offered! 😎
The steering wheel is on the right side…
Here’s an iPhone photo from 2015 while on the antique car tour with dad. These old timers are in much better shape than other old pumps I’ve seen over the years. Good Gulf.
Feeling a bit nostalgic this morning I pulled these old photos from 2015 from my archives. These were likely taken in 2015 which was three years after my mother passed. The corner decor is her design in one of the bathrooms in the home.
The barn is at minimum sixty years old and used to be a part of a Thoroughbred farm. The lawn photo looking downhill toward the crick is what I call the North Lawn, I mowed this place for two decades. It takes practice to cut nice, straight lines like this on a lawn!
This photo is not mine, but I am 100% sure it was taken 1978 in Columbiaville, Michigan. In those days the APBA had a sanctioned drag strip course on this part of the Flint River a long way from Flint, Michigan.
The driver was a good friend of my dad in those days. We were also friends with the driver in the boat beyond which was a Blown Fuel boat. Ours was Blown Alcohol engine. Lots of power at 1500+ horsepower! I was still in High School. High Skrewl.
This is a photo of a portion of a living room back home in Michigan. Not too interesting so I processed it with the Impresso application on my iPad. It now blends with the painting seen on the left side of the image. Still not so interesting? 😎