Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
This cute little critter is new to our neighborhood. When we rode by his home the other day while out biking, he wanted to say "Hello," so we stopped to chat for a minute. I couldn't understand him too well (he spoke a language foreign to me) and I'm not sure where he came from. But he does like people, he said, especially people with cameras. So, I took his picture and showed it to him. He brayed and brayed!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
We've had a number of foggy mornings lately. These pictures were taken at the Preserve of Spruce Creek golf course. The first shot shows the clubhouse (pro shop and restaurant.) The second photo captures two foursomes on hole #1 ready to tee off into the fog.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
We still have trains that rumble through Ocala occasionally. In fact, we could hear the train whistles from where we used to live in East Ocala.
But some of Florida's elected officials are monumentally stupid. First, our governor declined federal monies for the Medicaid program which means many people - the elderly and the young - will be left without health insurance. Now, this guy (along with a subservient state legislature) has decided to accept millions and millions of federal dollars to build a high-speed rail line down I-95 to Miami, as well as across the central part of the state through Orland to Tampa.
There are a couple of problems with this. For one, federal money will cover only part of the cost. The rest will be absorbed by Florida's taxpayers. Secondly, we already have train service to Miami and across the state to Orlando, Tampa, Ocala, Lakeland and other places. It's called Amtrak!
[It should be noted also that the governor fought any kind of high-speed rail service tooth and nail up until just recently. Something changed. Past is prologue so far as he goes, so follow the money!]
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
This is a look at the 11th green from the 12th tee box at the Preserve of Spruce Creek. I've been told there used to be an alligator hiding in these waters but I've never seen it. A few weeks ago, I read a newspaper article describing how a bear had come out of the woods surrounding this community to do some damage to the gutters of a house. I've never seen a bear here, either.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
My friend, Vitto, is a very good golfer. But once in awhile he whacks his ball in such a way it lands in unsightly places. In this instance, he hit his ball into a depression known as a retention pond.
We have many retention ponds in central Florida. They collect excess water when there's too much rain, thus relieving the chance of flooding as well as the creation of sinkholes.
I should note that between Vitto and the green are large oak trees. I made the mistake of thinking I had him on the ropes - so to speak. But he created a beautiful shot which flew over the trees, wafted to the right on a breeze and landed softly not too far from the cup.
Kudos to Vitto! Woe is me!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
You will notice that on this car lot, the Smart Car is surrounded by big pickup trucks. If you're driving a Smart Car on the streets of Ocala, the same situation prevails. You will be surrounded by big pickup trucks. If you live in Ocala, it might be smarter to get a pickup truck than a Smart Car!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
This would appear to be an entry for some kind of animal, but I'm not sure which. I asked Bugs Bunny but he just laughed and said, "It ain't my wabbit hole!"
"Entry" is the theme for February. You can see lots of other photographs on this theme by clicking here.
"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson