We didn’t have a lot of time to spend at the Pittsburgh Regatta this year, which is much to my regret. However, I did manage to get one decent shot of this guy flying high over his jet ski on the Allegheny River. Most of the flyers had someone backing them up on the jet ski but not this guy. He was flying solo.
This was our first year for visiting the Three Rivers Regatta in Pittsburgh. It was interesting, different and a lot of fun. We didn’t get to spend too much time. We had been out all afternoon registering voters and we were hot and tired. Next year I would like to make a day of it. See some music, take a tripod and do some serious photography
Below are a couple of snapshots form this year’s event.
In the Dark Tower series by Stephen King he writes about meeting at the clearing at the end of the path. I always thought that it was a wonderful way to write about the afterlife. I certainly like it better than the pearly gates or even heaven. It is definable, it has a clear vision to wrap my mind around. This is my old dog Deuce. He knew his job and did it well and loved his masters. He patrolled the fences of his one acre kingdom and defended us from bears and all sorts of critters. He was not an easy dog. He didn’t cotton well to young people and like most border collies too smart for his own good.
However he was the best dog I ever had. I miss my daily walks with this guy through the woods and have no doubt that at the end of it all, Deuce will be waiting for me in the clearing at the end of the path.
I always wanted to have a motor boat. One that you could cruise in at sunset across a calm bay or gulf. People have told me that a boat is like having a hole in the water that you throw your money into. Maybe I will rent one instead. This picture taken in Mexico at the blue docks in La Islas outside Cancnún,
I photographed this guy in the morning in Brandon Florida.I waited and waited for him to fly. I went back into an area that was a blind but he didn’t move. I was of no concern to him and then it occurred to me that he wasn’t moving. He was sleeping. I went inside and later on when I went out for a walk he was gone.