Showing posts with label dock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dock. Show all posts

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Throwback Thursday (151/365)

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TIME: 2:57 PM
PLACE: San Francisco, CA
SUBJECT: Boat

Ten years ago, we were in San Francisco visiting my brother and his family.

The husband, James, my brother and nephew went down to the wharf to check things out.

HH took this photo.

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And this one of my boy – I can’t wait to visit him next week!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

On Green Pond (227/365)

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An old pond—
a frog tumbles in—
the sound of water.

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), Japanese poet. (Untitled haiku), Trans. by Bernard Lionel Einbond, appearing in One Hundred Frogs by Hiroaki Sato, New York & Tokyo: Weatherhill (1983).

TIME:  2:29 PM
PLACE:  Town Hall Road
SUBJECT:  Dock with boat and chair

MonkeyBoy’s baseball team had their end of the season BBQ today.  My contribution for the occasion was a 7-layer salad – layered last night as we had football and cheerleading practice this morning.  It was held at a former winery, which also happens to be the home of one of his fellow ballplayers.  A pond bordered part of the property and of course, StellaDella was drawn to it like a magnet.  This brightly colored chair and paddleboat were across the pond from where we stood.  The sun was bright overhead and washed out much of the contrast of the boat and chair, but I like the reflection in the water.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Boating Weather (154/365)

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Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the Winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - With Thee!

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. Wild Nights!—Wild Nights!, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown

TIME: 6:20 PM
PLACE:  Creve Coeur Lake
SUBJECT:  Moored dragon boat

Back in 2007, I participated in a Dragon Boat Race with my dad and his company.  Last year, we (HandsomeHusband, the kids and I) were on vacation in San Francisco and I could not share in the race day experience.  This year, Dad roped called me into service again.  Tonight was our team training exercise.  It lasted for about an hour.  I had forgotten how physically challenging it is to paddle in a 400 meter (1/4 mile) race.  I am quite certain that my arms, shoulders and whole body will be hurting tomorrow.  Hopefully, I will be recovered by race day on Saturday.