friends – Fish Eye Farm

Forgotten/Not Forgotten

I keep journals. Note books I use them to help me find peace and sort my life out. Thoughts on friends and finances.

I make changes in my life. However, I have the tendency to repeat. When writing things down, it becomes obvious.

The photo on the left is of my friend Connie. She was loved by many people. I had written about being with her when she passed, 2015. In the photo, we were at the funeral of Rachael Sutton. (She initiated Starting Point – you know it or you don’t.)

Connie passed with lung cancer.

As she was dying, she told me stories of her life. They were great stories. She didn’t want anyone to know. They were antics of her mother, Hazel. Poor Hazel.

I never knew Hazel, but I admired her in a way that Connie couldn’t. She wasn’t my mother.

Portraits

Today is the ten year anniversary of FisheyeFarm blog. The above photos are profile shots of friends from Facebook. I have my camera in my hand if I go to answer the door. One thing has led to another. My life unfolds. Work with what you have. Do your best. (that varies) People first – Money second / Don’t worry – Be happy

Hello, Old Friend

It’s 3:30 in the morning and the rain has woke me. I can’t help, but hear it’s relentlessness, on my tin roof. The sound of the rain brings joy to my heart. It promotes contemplation. It heals me. It washes the earth.

When I was young, on a Saturday afternoon, in the middle of this neighborhood, looking to score, at the local tavern, The Island Bar, I found myself surrounded by police cars, I was shocked to be white. It was so obvious. They were there to break up a fight, I was really wishing I was a different color. They looked at me, cutting their eyes, saying, “what the hell are you doing here?”

Beautiful Luau

“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old. You grow old when you stop laughing.”

I’ve had a lot of work to do.~Responsabilities~They’ve given me a headache…~But it’s Friday~~And there’s a Luau~~Celebrating a Birthday~~So we partied~~with friends~~good friends~And it was Beautiful!

Jungle Jimmy

TARZIMMY

QUE!

UPSCALE SAN JUAN DEL SUR

We all new that Jimmy would never be the same ~ Senor Gallo, abagado – Costa Rica

Touring Tennessee

Rooster thought that it was a bit nippy here in the Volunteer State of Tennessee.

This is Jimmy on a suspension bridge in the foothills of the Smokey Mnts.

An old church in the historical settlement of Cade Cove. The dogwoods are in bloom.

Rooster played for us.

Then he preached to us.

We passed this old home on the way out of the Cove. I’m wrapped in a blanket now inside a modern home. It’s hard to imagine settlers, surviving the cold winters here in the early pioneer days.