‘Oil Painting’ – Color by Number: “🛫 Traveling Makes One Modest 🛫 …. “!!


~~June 22, 2019~~ 

TRAVELING MAKES ONE MODEST

Told ya … still totally hooked. 

I’ll do the daily one on ‘Happy Color’ app and then gravitate to the ‘Oil Painting’ app both from my iPhone. 

Here’s a sample of  amazing, beautiful colorful places to travel.

Anything to relax and do something that doesn’t entail deep thinking.

I’m still a ‘goner’!

HortyRex©

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“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”

~~Anthony Bourdain~~

Happy Caturday …. “🐱 ‘The Fosters’ in their ‘Suite’ 🐱 …. “!!


~~June 22, 2019~~

UPDATE ON THE FOSTERS

We’ve had FatCat and SkinnyCat with us for almost five weeks now. 

They are still separated from our cats, Kitty and Frida. They have taken well to their headquarters. 

These ‘Fosters’ are amazing cats. They are sweet, lovable, adorable, quiet and have beautiful souls. They touch my heart and soul. 

I wish I could do more for them. 

HortyRex©

~FatCat Foster~

~Skinnycat Foster~

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~THIS IS MY SATURDAY MORNING TODAY~

Saturday Morning


‘The Saturday morning meadowlark, came in from high up, with her song gliding into tall grass, still singing … ‘ There’s more!! … Jim Harrison, from “Solstice Litany” in Dead Man’s Float.

Live & Learn

The Saturday morning meadowlark
came in from high up
with her song gliding into tall grass
still singing. How I’d like
to glide around singing in the summer
then to go south to where I already was
and find fields full of meadowlarks
in winter. But when walking my dog
I want four legs to keep up with her
as she thunders down the hill at top speed
then belly flops into the deep pond.
Lark or dog I crave the impossible.
I’m just human. All too human.

~ Jim Harrison, from “Solstice Litany” in Dead Man’s Float


Notes: Poem Source – Thank you Hammock Papers. Photo: Pixabay

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Driving I-95 S. With Hammer at Rest.


‘Father and Son. Son, maybe 4 years old. Dad is wearing an overcoat, much too heavy for the season. Son looks up to his Dad, Dad bends over and picks him up, hugs him tight, then sets him down.’ … The Hammer rests, for this Moment. … Let’s play it again Vuong.’

Live & Learn

A nothingburger during a nondescript morning commute a month ago.

Not a Vuong nothing Moment that changed everything after it.

But it changed Something.

Why this particular Moment among the billions?

Why is it called up when it is?

And here IT comes again this morning.

This Moment. It’s pulled forward, to the front. Taking its right hand, sweeping aside the incessant swing of the Hammer on the searing molten metal, of not enough, not good enough and Now.

And it’s exactly at this Moment, when the Hammer rests, and Vuong’s luminescence offers its cooling respite.

It whispers listen, pay attention to This. And it hangs around until I do.

The pre-rush hour traffic on I-95 was detoured onto Exit 2. GPS routes me through Port Chester. I pull up to a stop light, and there they are.

Father and Son. Son, maybe 4 years old.  Dad is…

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