It’s Still Junk Food

I was looking through an old cookbook, circa 1955, snickering at all the recipes for Jello “salads” and casseroles laced with cream of mushroom soup (with crushed saltines on top). It was a cuisine based on white bread, white potatoes, and white rice. I grew up on this sort of diet. My mom was the consummate consumer, enthusiastically trying every new mix that Betty Crocker could come up with.

Of course, these days we are much more nutritionally savvy. We eat whole wheat bread, sweet potatoes, and brown rice. Our fruits and veggies are organic. We shun junk food. Our consciences are clear. Right? Then explain this:

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Fifth Friday Fotos

When Pete and I were on our New Year’s road trip a few months ago, we decided to go home from New Orleans by way of Arkansas. It was a new state for us—my 46th, in fact—and we were curious. What was it like?

I realize we weren’t there at the best time of year—the trees had long lost their colorful fall foliage and spring buds were months away. Still, we drove through the Ozarks (those are mountains?), and came across this cemetery out in the middle of nowhere.

With Easter just around the corner, this reminder of death and resurrection seems timely. Besides, have you ever seen a cemetery like this?

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Merry Christmas!

It seems that every neighborhood has a few residents who go all out for Christmas. They must spend days putting up elaborate displays to ensure that theirs is the most illuminated house on the block.

We only hang a string of white “icicles” across the front of our house, so one of our Christmas traditions is to drive around and enjoy the lights around town.

This year I offer these photos as my Christmas card to you, my readers (all three of you). Thank you for sticking with me through good articles and not-so-good articles. Your willingness to read my thoughts, and even comment sometimes, is your gift to me. May your Christmas be filled with the Light of the world.

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Fifth Friday Fotos

Once again, we have a month with five Fridays, so it’s time for some fun photos. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, there are far too many overly cute animal pictures circulating, all with clever baby-talk captions. Instead of adding to the pile, I thought that I would let you exercise your brains a bit, and suggest some appropriate captions for some photos of my own:


Western Gull

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Fifth Friday Fotos

It’s the fifth Friday of the month, and the perfect time to take a break. Today, instead of writing a post, I figured I’d let these photographs do the talking. Enjoy!

Karin and I found this house at the beach in Oregon. We hope they don’t walk in their sleep.

Seen in a store window in Johnson Corner, Colorado:

This Erie, Colorado dairy is clearly in trouble:

Fifth Friday Foto

It’s the fifth Friday of the month, and the perfect time to take a break. Today, instead of writing a post, I figured I’d let some photographs do the talking.

Dive Right In!

Which is best… head first or feet first?

Fifth Friday Fotos

It’s the fifth Friday of the month, and the perfect time to take a break. Today, instead of writing a post, I figured I’d let some photographs do the talking.

Why not join me in appreciating God’s handiwork by clicking on this link to spectacular panoramas of some absolutely incredible scenery. Then tell God “thank you” for making such a beautiful planet!

Fifth Friday Foto: The Hamerkop

I thought I’d end the month with this photo I took recently. Talk about attitude!

In case you’re wondering, this is a Hamerkop (also known as a Hammerhead, Anvil Bird, and Umber Bird, among other aliases—wonder what he’s running from). I photographed him at the Denver Zoo, where he was making quite the racket. Apparently the noise-making was somewhat unusual, as they are usually pretty quiet.

These are really strange birds. According to Wikipedia, my favorite source of potentially correct information, “One unusual feature is that up to ten birds join in ‘ceremonies’ in which they run circles around each other, all calling loudly, raising their crests, [and] fluttering their wings.” Reminds me of my high school football team.

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