Posts Tagged ‘water’

When to Hold’em ..When To Fold’em

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Photography by Margo E. Downing-Faircloth
Photography by Margo E. Downing-Faircloth

Yours truly gets to play on a golf cart path bridge which saw about 2 inches of water on its deck, during some flooding a short time ago.  I needed something/someone to show the size of the bridge and realized my wife would resist walking in the water to be my model(size reference object).  So instead of self-inflicted grief  by explaining, suggesting, asking, requesting, and finally just begging my wife(why I needed it done), I decided to do it myself.  I gave her my camera and rolled up my pant legs.

The short story above is similar to a song by Kenny Rogers called The Gambler.  According to wikipedia.com, the song is often characterized as a metaphor for life in that you need to know when to stand your ground (when to hold ‘em) and when to retreat (when to fold ‘em).





A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words. OK ;)

Friday, October 30th, 2009

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Photography by E.W. Faircloth

The woman in front looks very distraught.  It may be because of the flood waters left on the Heritage Shores Golf Course in Bridgeville DE.  She and her neighbor have properties which border the course.  Behind them is a small bridge  used by golf carts to cross an overfilled pond. The pond is so close to their homes that they wonder if they’ll need flood insurance in the future.

It’s a dramatic picture for their dramatic story.

But it’s not totally true.  Yes, there was a flood behind homes.  Yes, flood insurance is on the minds of both women. Yes, there was a storm. Yes, the women were upset with the water so close to their homes.  But, the woman in front is not reacting this instance to the flooding.

Here’s what happened:

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The morning after the storm, I see water covering the deck of small bridge and figure it’ll make a decent picture for blog. I talk my wife, Margo, into coming outside to take a picture of me walking over the bridge to really highlight the flooding.  The step ladder near bridge was to give Margo a little height to make the picture I had envisioned.  Margo took a couple pictures of me and our neighbor, Janet, must have seen us. She comes over and we discuss the flooding situation.  I then decide to get a picture of the two.  Janet see me about to take her picture and tries to hide her face. She had come outside being a concerned neighbor but had not made up her face. That’s why her face is covered and she is not crying.

A picture is worth a thousand words. OK(as I wink right eye)



Definition: Dreary –> Dismal, Bleak, Dull …

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

According to  The Free Dictionary by Farlex:

Dreary can mean dismal, bleak, dull, boring, lifeless, and much more.

I saw the above marsh late in the day while waiting to be called for dinner. The restaurant was in Hilton Head, SC.

Rainy days bring dreary feelings.



On The Boardwalk….

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

The Drifters
“Under the Boardwalk”

Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof.
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof.
Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, is where I’ll be.

(Under the Boardwalk)
Out of the sun.
(Under the Boardwalk)
Man, we’ll be having some fun.
(Under the Boardwalk)
People walkin’ above.
(Under the Boardwalk)
We’ll be falling in love under the Boardwalk,

Boardwalk.

From the palms you hear the happy sounds of the carousel,
and you can almost taste the hot-dogs and french fries they sell.
Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
on a blanket with my baby, is where I’ll be.

(Under the Boardwalk)
Out of the sun.
(Under the Boardwalk)
Man, we’ll be having some fun.
(Under the Boardwalk)
People walkin’ above.
(Under the Boardwalk)
We’ll be falling in love under the Boardwalk,

Boardwalk.

Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, is where I’ll be.

Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, is where I’ll be.



Say 3 Times: Big Beach Bum Biker’s Basket

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Say “big beach bum biker’s basket” three times.

Why?

Hey, I’m running  out of words for these pictures, gotta think of sump’tn:)



Your Feet Will Love You…

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Margo took off her shoes to walk in the water while at the beach in Hilton Head Island, NC.  Her feet must love her for that.



Hilton Head SC

Thursday, September 17th, 2009
Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

These beautiful and expensive homes on on the island of Hilton Head SC.



A Stroll Along The Beach

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Photography by Rose Guinard

Photography by Rose Guinard

The David family of South Jersey on the beaches of  North Carolina.

What is that on my grandson’s head?

This is why kids learn to dress themselves:)



Little Men And Future Friends.

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Photography by Rose Guinard

Photography by Rose Guinard

That’s Xavier, on the left, and Naji sitting together for a picture by Aunt Rose. They have a lot in common and don’t even know it yet. For example, neither one of them like the beach or swimming pools.

They’re young, what do they know?



Those Judges Needed More Cheese

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Photography by Rose Guinard

Photography by Rose Guinard

At a recent wine tasting while on vacation in The Outer banks here’s what one judge said, “It is not often that a fine wine gets the appreciation it deserves.  This wine received 3 scores of 100 and 100 of 97.  Quite an impressive score for such a high caliber wine”.

Trust me, I’ll never forget that wine. It was AWEFUL !!!

Now, I understand that wine tasting has a certain “subjective” aspect to it, but GEEZ LOUISE  a 100, a 100 and a 97?

How did this (waste of good grapes) attain such a high rating? My guess is the Gang of 3 didn’t cleanse their palettes with cheese or other foods between tastings.  What other excuse could there be?

I may be wrong, however:)