Walking through the wonderful Salisbury Zoo with Dear Old Dad marveling at the sounds the new hearing aids pick up and viewing everything through my camera lens I realized that it has been a long time – a very long time – since I have felt this. . . Good. After ten years of surgeries, addictions, joy, unendurable pain and crushing heartbreak, I am standing on my own two feet one hundred and twenty-something pounds lighter ready for the next adventure and I can still see the beauty of the world around me.
I am going to kick ass in 2020.
Dear Old Dad agrees. So does the wolf.
While I can’t hike anymore with my feet all twisted from neuropathy, the big pecan tree in the back yard is teeming with life. After months of glumly neglecting my camera, I broke it out this morning and spent some time with a squirrel and a brown thrasher.
The thrasher is an interesting bird. It doesn’t fly away when it gets spooked but runs into the hedgerow like a roadrunner.
Not the best photographs I have taken by a long shot, but who cares? It was nice having the camera back to my eye. I guess this part of me just won’t quit even if my body doesn’t always cooperate.
I have two banjos heading to the shop for repairs tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring the camera and stop by the Salisbury Zoo for a visit with the critters.
The D lick.
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Daisy can’t decide.
A two-handed bluesy riff with lots of rests.