This Train Is Bound For Nowhere

 

 

Grateful For Eyesight

I like to look at things.

I get an incredible feeling of joy from staring at things that I consider beautiful.

I derive great pleasure, for example, from the vivid, pollution-enhanced colors of a Southern California sunset.

Visual stimulation literally gets me high.

Rainbows are another good example.

I like to stare at rainbows, too.

That they even exist amazes me.

Yeah, there are those who scoff at placing importance in visceral pleasures taken from such everyday occurrences as sunsets and rainbows. 

But screw those people with a cactus.

I know they are simply prismatic effects involving light, water, gas, etc.

But it's not the cause that's beautiful, it's the effect.

Somewhat like life.

Now, That's What I Call Good Wood! (Carving, That Is)

These two bears carved on the trunk of a dead tree are good examples of the woodcarvers art.

Very good. 

But nowhere near as impressive as the mother eagle keeping watch on her young in their nest carved into the tree trunk next to it. 

The Eagle/nest carvings are beyond the keen in their excellence.

"...the victory of arms foretells the enduring conquests which can be made in peace..."

                                                Veterans Mural, Freemont Nebraska

Petesville, Population 2

He Could Quit Anytime He Wanted To

Milton stared hard at the large bowl on the table. The vibrant green of the lettuce and arugula leaves, along with the paler shade of green that the slices of cucumber evidenced, seemed to dance around the sides of the bowl, while the small, dark slices of olive, the much larger slices of the deep red tomatoes and the pale yellow bits of cheese appeared to be having a symposium of sorts in the center of the bowl, while the stark white of the little chunks of cold chicken sat like errant rocks on a well-mowed lawn.

Milton eyeballed the bottle of ranch dressing. He reached over with his right hand and grabbed it as if it were a lifeline, then violently twisted the cap off. Without a second of hesitation he proceeded to pour the thick creamy sauce over the entire conglomeration of healthy ingredients.

After setting the nearly empty bottle down he took up the large fork that lay on the napkin beside the bowl. His eyes examined the fork as if he was looking for a clue that might solve a major crime. Slowly he lifted his arm and directed the fork toward the salad.

*Erhm* Yeah, this isn't working. Guess the old saying is right, no great story ever began with a salad.

The Interesting Sitting Donkey With Lighted Eyes Hood Ornament That Has A Broken Leg