Shooting the Moon

Last night I was set to shoot the moon, tripod, jacket and headlamp.

Then sunset arrived with fast moving clouds, wind and even a smattering of rain.

Yet before bedtime I got lucky.

Sequins

Now that I’m older and a little bit gray,
I will wear sequins any ole day.
Other sparkles I do dare,
Wearing rhinestones in my hair.

Most days I simply bedeck,
With something special for my neck;
A bracelet and a ring or two,
And matching earrings will do.

When I’m feeling really bold,
I pick out the choicest gold.

Sky Watch Friday - Changing Sky

I grab my camera
and run out the door,
I’ve never seen this sky before.

Photos taken 8 mins apart with too many others to show

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Christmas Lights

Victorian house, Prescott, Arizona

Berta and I went to Prescott late yesterday to see Christmas lights, and go to Cosco (where yesterday’s post was photographed).

The same Victorian house

We were a little disappointed by the lack of lights, especially colors. Only a scattering of homes were decorated. I guess people have too much else on the mind.

Courthouse, Prescott, Arizona at twilight

The courthouse square was the best. We stopped at twilight on the way in, then again after dark.

Courthouse again

I really like the way the leafless trees look like a B&W negative. Sorry for the bright yield sign, I tried to tone it down.

Avenue of trees in front of courthouse

I don’t go out much after dark, especially when it’s cold. So this was my first outing to view Christmas lights. I don’t put them out on the RV and haven’t put up my tree yet. That will be a future blog.

Chocolate is better...

...than sex.

What do you think? Chocolate is better...

My World Tuesday - On the road again: an ongoing saga of the gypsy life

Gaelyn washing windows, 1974 International bus, Eagles Cliff, Washington

After almost two years of being in one place at Eagles Cliff (see last week’s My World) Dale and I had itchy feet and wanted to be back on the road. So we bought a school bus from a church to turn into a home on wheels.

Dale painting, Carson, Washington flea market

We painted away the school bus yellow with “oops” paint—that’s whatever the hardware store had mixed wrong for someone—Navajo white and Ever green. Dale started building inside and continued working as we journeyed.

Along the Columbia River, Scomocaway, Washington

We headed to the coast in September then went south. We got to Yucca Valley, California and set up to sell. We needed to get rid of the bus as we couldn’t get insurance so we traded it for what I called the morphodite.

The morphodite

A closed-in cab-over camper on a trailer with a flat house window over the bed. A little small for two adults and their stuff, Carson, and numerous banana boxes of merchandise. (Flea marketers measure by banana box.)

I knew that camper wouldn’t work in rainy Washington where I planned to return for summer. Plus I really needed my own space so I bought a 27 foot Pace Arrow motorhome. Carson and I moved in to what felt like a palace. And come spring I headed back north.

1974 Pace Arrow near Yuma, Arizona

Selling at flea markets alone proved to be a lot more work, for very little money, so when I got to....(see next week’s My World Tuesday for more of the story.)

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