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My Neighborhood (6)

Welcome to the absolutely-positively-unequivocally-the-very-last-post of this blog...whoops...I inserted the wrong word there. Sorry 'bout that. Not quite there yet as this blog is only at 49.26% capacity (yes, there is a capacity limit for photos. Don't believe me? Then ask the fabulous Bea over at the Dog In The Hole Studio about the picture capacity for Blogger, which btw is 1024 MB).

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Welcome to the absolutely-positively-unequivocally-the-very-last-post of this series.

Much better

Anyways, starting with next week's series (tentatively titled "Relaxing in New England), we'll be going back to the tried and true 5-6-5-6-5 picture format as I'm now comfortable with not only what I got on tap for picture CD's but what I gots for cameras as well. Without further blogressions, lets commence with the captioning.

During one of my many walks to the center I used to visit the local Dunkin' Donuts. The reason as to why I say "used to" is not because of the coffee or food tasting lousy but because I still believe that I was short changed a few weeks ago. So until I can come to my senses and forget about the ugly incident, I shall not be stopping there. Anyways, last fall, they had this nifty little whatchamacallit (no, not the candy bar) on display near the counter. I thought it was funky enough for me to take a picture, so I did.

The reason as to why I took a picture a picture of a outdoor thermometer is pretty basic, especially if you take into consideration these basic facts: It is autumn; it is September/October; it is Connecticut; for the past few years, it has been mighty warm during those months. Therefore, if you click on the pic, you will see that the temps shows a little north of 60 degrees.

Father Nature needed to get a little practice in, so while Mother Nature was busy becoming one with herself (don't go there), he decided to have a little fun by doing his best impersonation of Bob Ross. And yes, that is my car in the foreground, the one that went through three pairs of license plates in one calendar month this year. Note, for any of you who live in CT and happened to be visiting here today, your local town will charge you $117 for not having a front plate on your car. Anyways, looking at this picture reminds me of a seriously old song lyric (don't go there): red and yellow and pink and green. purple and orange and blue. i can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too.

I wanna say that I took this one at my house, but you know what, I haven't the foggiest idea where I shot this one. Heck, I haven't even a clue on what those are underneath the tree there.

Not a clue boys and girls, although if I was to venture a guess, I would say......Litchfield? In any event, its a mountain scene with all kinds of nifty colors to please the eye, bath the spirit and quench the soul.

My Neighborhood (5)

Welcome back to the old neighborhood, to the old same old same old, to your comfort zone, to your memories of days gone by where the only thing you had to worry about is getting your homework done as quickly as possible so that you could go out and play hide and not seek.

Today's theme is....TREES!

Big trees, little trees, quioxtic trees, trees with personalities, trees with no personalities, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, lovely trees, wonderful trees.

Big ass tree. Father Nature was preparing his palette that morning when a few drops accidentally ran down his arm. Miffed for being so clumsy, he shook his hand a couple of times (but didn't lead them along that golden beach) and down they fell from the heavens and kissed the ground (but not the concrete), who then soaked up the vibrant warmth, carefully caressed it like a newborn babe and gently sent it back up via the roots for the trees to eagerly show off to the rest of the world.

Lots of multi-colored trees in the background. Tripping down memory lane, if you walk this natural culvert, you can basically walk all the way to the mountain via two dozen backyards.

More big ass trees. A favorite photographic area of mine, here is where Father and Mother Nature often compete with one another to see who can come up with the most breathtaking, the most heartwarming, the most soul touching view for the season. You would think that Mother Nature would have the advantage since it is she who has Cedar Mountain at her disposal, but more often than not, Father Nature comes out on top here.


Bird!