OK, bring more boats in

The parking lot that feeds the Onondaga Lake Park Marina had them lined up waiting to launch when my colleagues and I were taking our work break walk the other day. I enjoyed the symmetry, of the boats, the trailers and the trucks.

A lovely sky indeed

I’m glad I didn’t keep my eyes straight ahead while taking my bag lunch from the library to the lake side this day. The cotton look left my jaw hanging.

All’s well with Ellie B

My dear wife Karen’s schedule change for the new job at the hospital has put me in a bit of a tizzy. I’m getting accustomed to her second-shift pattern bit by bit, but that doesn’t mean I have to like the increased alone time. Oh, wait. Of course, I have the company of Ellie B…

Back in business

We’ve started moving to the left-side path on our break walks from the library. The bikers and roller blades are back in force. Yes, even the attractive, big Cuse Cycle cruisers are navigating the right path set aside for sports. We will beware.

Clang, clang, clang goes the trolley

My dear wife Karen spotted it first, over on the far side of the big road when we pulled into the Byrne Dairy to fill her car up with gas. A trolley! Yes, indeed. Not the kind attached to overhead cables we’d riddden while in San Francisco, mind you, but of the same sort of…

A contrasts of color in the village backstreets

One street up from Onondaga Lake. One street down from the bustling business district. It’s hard to believe the beautiful country scene is right on my work break walk. But this bust-out of spring, ah, it is. Thank you for the colors, Mother Nature.

Greta Gerwig airs it all out in the fresh, honest Lady Bird

If you’re not clued into the special connection Greta Gerwig has to the independent spirit among us, you’re not paying attention. Gerwig is a rising star of things cool and somewhat out there, an actress of building resonance and confidence with great turns in two 2016 movies of note, playing First Lady aide Nancy Tuckerman…

The loneliest egg

On a work break walk through the Village of Liverpool, a colleague and I spotted a sad sight on a side street. A single bird’s egg sat, sad and alone, in the middle of the pavement. It was a lovely shade of blue. We surmised that the small thing might belong to a robin. I…

Pushing them out fast and furious

You’d think our flower garden out back was mad because of the extended winter in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. Once they came out, they did so with a fury. Even the lone red one on the left.