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Spoonfull of Holiday Spirit

While dining at Disney’s Toledo-Tapas, Steak & Seafood restaurant on Thanksgiving evening, the seasonally-colored ceiling lights splashed their spectrum into the bowl of my spoon. The point was not lost as can be seen in this composite image of the ceiling with its colors mirrored in the spoon. It’s worth reflecting upon. #reflectin #spoon #thanksgiving

Red, Green, and In Between

The day after Thanksgiving, I started searching for goldfinches which will likely arrive ahead of Santa sometime between now and Christmas. Instead, we were treated to the red, gold, black, and brown of two cardinals, one female, and the other male, set against a green background. Okay, I’m ready for the Christmas season now. AsContinue reading “Red, Green, and In Between”

Carnivorous Cockpit

I remember well my open cockpit biplane flying days and occasionally having to go headfirst into the cockpit to retrieve whatever or do some maintenance. The flailging, protruding legs resembled a person being swallowed by a man-eating beast, much to the amusement of onlookers. Generally, however, the person emerged unscathed with minimal abrasions and muscleContinue reading “Carnivorous Cockpit”

Atlantic Dawn

Soft twilight crept between the curtains to tickle my eyelids and entice me out on the baclony while on the way home from the Caribbean. Gold-burnished clouds hearlded the approaching sunrise which followed minutes later. Then, like someone hiding from view until they’ve had their morning coffee, the sun temporarily ducked behind the clouds, beforeContinue reading “Atlantic Dawn”

Serenity After Tragedy

Mount Pelee rests serenely in the background, looking down on Saint Pierre which it destroyed in a massive volcanic explosion in 1902. Since that time, the town and the landscape have healed and have reclaimed their prior tranquility. Preserved ruins in the foreground serve as a reminder of the sleeping dragon within the mountain onContinue reading “Serenity After Tragedy”

Cell Survivor

Louis Cyparis was a 27-year-old Afro-Caribbean prisoner in the thick-walled cell pictured above when Mount Pelee on Martinique erupted in 1902, showering the city of Saint-Pierre with incandescent ash carried by hurricane force winds the temperature of a blast furnace. In moments the entire town was ablaze and nearly 30,000 inhabitants were dead; practically everyone,Continue reading “Cell Survivor”

Precisely Off Target

The Caribbean Islands were once the scene of many battles between warring nations, and marks remaining from one of those struggles can be seen in the cliffs by Anse Turin on Martinique. Holes made by cannonballs from a failed British invasion, probably around 1759, riddle the soft rock of the cliffs. According to local legend,Continue reading “Precisely Off Target”