Skinning Cats

Out with the Old – In With ?

I suppose it’s a matter of perspective. – Today, I was headed to Jacksonville on A1A. There are now, “don’t bother the birds” signs, on the best beach, for flounder fishing. Another spot gone.

If you’re new here to Amelia Island, you are surely calling it paradise. Jetting around in your new car, that you bought from your northern sale, profit. Good for you. You also complain about the slow cars. You’re on an island. Slow the fuck down, dumb ass.

The picture above is, of a building; a place where we use to get our tires fixed. It’s being demolished. Now you can go to Tire Kingdom and get ripped off. I took my truck to them and said, no thank you. They just weren’t qualified to touch my truck. I have to go to Yulee for good service. But there’s a long wait.

One mile up the road, across the street from Winn Dixie are hobo camps. They hide by the CSX tracks and shoot fentanyl. It’s a sad world out there. But they too have discovered paradise. The word is out!

Everybody wants what they want. From high rise condos that are apt to collapse over time, to lost souls deteriorating amongst brown, fallen palm tree fronds. I just want to fish, and be in unpolluted ocean water. Sales and marketing didn’t bring me here. Neither did the whispers of the Jacksonville junkies.

I’m the kind of person, that runs ahead of the crowd. My good fortune has been my love of nature and dislike of pretentious bullies.

So, I will rely on my years of patience and perseverance.

I will skin this cat.

Meeeooowwww!

Not of this World

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADespite wealth, fame, and accomplishments, all human beings are subject to impermanence. People, places, and material things will always come and go; we can’t stop it. There are times we will be stripped of everything we have tried to hold onto. Once we accept those seemingly unacceptable circumstances, we will be led to surrender; and on the other side of surrender is a joy and peace that is not of this world. (From The Mindful Addict)

It’s a new day, of a new year. And today my resolution is God-conciousness. I have zig-zagged for thirty years. I get side tracked. I become involved in worldly things. It never works. Continue reading Not of this World

The Fearless Fish

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Every year on our island, we have a festival celebrating shrimp. Our town, Fernandina Beach, Florida, is the birthplace of the industry, in the United States.
I remember the first shrimp boat race that I went to. It’s many years in the past, but I  vividly recall the sun on the water, and the people on the dock. We were spectators to a highly, unusual event. Shrimp boats, decorated with colorful flags were “racing” towards us, on the intercostal waterway.
Every one always cheered for the Dixie Queen. It was the pride of the local fleet. Continue reading The Fearless Fish

Domestic Details

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Paralleling the concepts of fisheyefarm.com. and @everydaypazarazza my instagram account, which celebrates the extraordinary, mediocrity of everyday existence, I keep thinking, “Every one looks like a movie star to me”. Continue reading Domestic Details

What Lurks Beneath

15069017_10210896040098611_2090539753617735738_oNo matter where we stand good exists and evil lurks. We are powerless.

On the surface of this photo is a small wave breaking. If you look at the bottom of the photo, you will see a crocodile. We crossed paths that day. Me, being blissfully unaware of his presence, until I came home and downloaded my photos. Continue reading What Lurks Beneath