tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post4536745770660480160..comments2024-03-12T14:02:09.820-04:00Comments on Riverdaze…: SECOND HELPINGGrizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-9151755499463907002009-10-29T17:05:35.077-04:002009-10-29T17:05:35.077-04:00Anna…
Darker here, too. And cloudy now, though mo...Anna…<br /><br />Darker here, too. And cloudy now, though most of the day was sunny. <br /><br />I always work better on darker days. Though I also have to fight the urge to curl up with a book. If such a thing is possible, I seem simultaneously more relaxed and energized. (Okay, that;s probably crazy.)<br /><br />Glad you enjoyed the post.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-59646922692956122009-10-29T17:00:59.158-04:002009-10-29T17:00:59.158-04:00Gail…
Sorry to be slow in getting your comment up...Gail…<br /><br />Sorry to be slow in getting your comment up. I've been a bad blogger recently. <br /><br />I've had my head buried in work all of today and as much as I could yesterday…and the rest of yesterday was spent getting out, walking a bit, going to Walt's visitation and service. <br /><br />I've always though DST was a silly way to handle time. I understand the reasoning, just don't like the fact that governments seem to think adults simply can't managed to switch between summer and winter hours for businesses and jobs. After all, Daylight Savings Time does not CREATE or REMOVE one single second of time. The earth still spins. The sun rises and sets. My ducks will not make the time change—and didn't in the spring; they'll be hungry and ready to breakfast come first light. DST is just a silly contrivance, and insulting.<br /><br />I'm glad you liked the photos and post. It's still pretty here along the river—though the leaves are falling madly. But pretty, nonetheless.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-16859042384663319132009-10-29T14:07:55.221-04:002009-10-29T14:07:55.221-04:00These are beautiful images. Yes it is getting dark...These are beautiful images. Yes it is getting darker here. Today was the first sunny morning this week, but then overcast again. But you know you are so right no day should be wasted. I do to love darker days, usually let me relax more, since sun sometimes pounds me with too much energy. Very relaxing post, and thanks for sharing your thoughts, love the dissection you did about time. Anna :)myonlyphotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07324578791902437827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-3819013225942520742009-10-28T20:57:16.825-04:002009-10-28T20:57:16.825-04:00HI GRIZZ-
I love that you have adopted the ducks ...HI GRIZZ-<br /><br />I love that you have adopted the ducks and that theyt know where home is, where food is and where they will be heard!!! :-)<br /><br />Your pictures are so beautiful, peaceful and inviting. And I,like you, agree that the time should stand as it is intended - not adjusted to save electricity or whatever. I am thrilled we are' Falling Back'-......<br /><br />I so enjoy your mornings and days - your pictures and wonderful words streamed together to allow me in to your world - your mind - your heart. <br /><br />Love to you<br />Gail<br />peace.....Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11337675996256691215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-85924391282370691702009-10-28T07:41:06.997-04:002009-10-28T07:41:06.997-04:00Jayne…
And dark chocolate…and brook trout…and abo...Jayne…<br /><br />And dark chocolate…and brook trout…and about a hundred other things. An otherwise good life, ruled by weak will and circumstance. Oh woe is me!<br /><br />(Cut to the violin music.)Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-70802040191086532982009-10-28T07:37:24.741-04:002009-10-28T07:37:24.741-04:00Bernie…
My father was, for the first half of his ...Bernie…<br /><br />My father was, for the first half of his professional life, a teacher—and many of my uncles were teachers and educators—but "parts of speech" and "diagraming sentences" always bored the socks off me. Literature I liked; English…well I read books during English classes.<br /><br />Until 10-15 years ago, I used to sit up all or or most of the night, go to bed about daylight, sleep maybe four hours, five tops, and be up and at 'em for another round. That changed, and I don't really know why. Now I'm in bed before midnight, sleep until 5:30-6:30 a.m., get up. <br /><br />Ducks, I'm amazed to report, are apparently early birds.<br /><br />Who wudda thunk?Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-8988895837741000932009-10-28T06:56:12.632-04:002009-10-28T06:56:12.632-04:00A slave to the ducks...lolol. :c)A slave to the ducks...lolol. :c)Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-72699457163669128122009-10-28T00:33:58.555-04:002009-10-28T00:33:58.555-04:00Well if you aren't an English teacher in this ...Well if you aren't an English teacher in this life you were in the previous one, you do have a talent for writing my friend.<br />So happy you gave the ducks a second helping but oh the ducks and you get up way too early for me.<br />Have a great day my friend...:-)HugsBerniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03024565921761129108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-31559409238627783572009-10-27T23:11:28.762-04:002009-10-27T23:11:28.762-04:00ChickGeek…
A life most fowl, indeed! :-))
And fo...ChickGeek…<br /><br />A life most fowl, indeed! :-))<br /><br />And for veracity's sake, those quackers with the imploring looks are not on a pond but the river, at the foot of the stone steps beside my deck—their feeding spot.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-34926422522327776342009-10-27T23:07:50.045-04:002009-10-27T23:07:50.045-04:00Jenn…
Thank you. The river is always a good place...Jenn…<br /><br />Thank you. The river is always a good place to start a day or a mood or a question.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-84568742757871528422009-10-27T22:25:23.850-04:002009-10-27T22:25:23.850-04:00Hello Scribe :) I love, love, love your pictures ...Hello Scribe :) I love, love, love your pictures today. The two ducks in the pond and the angle they are sitting is precious. <br /><br />A duck slave....hmmmmmmm? Lucky ducks :)<br /><br />Have a Happy Day, Scribe :DTheChicGeekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10781656678543589662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-37615521985969946412009-10-27T21:26:13.614-04:002009-10-27T21:26:13.614-04:00What a lovely beginning to the day!
I was shocked...What a lovely beginning to the day!<br /><br />I was shocked this evening. I saw a hunter go across the lake in his bright orange gear. Then, just before total dusk, I heard a shot. I simply cannot understand it. It breaks my heart.<br /><br />Lovely images, both visual and linguistic. <br /><br />I'm shutting doors and windows.Jenn Jilkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05259681360456905055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-50673306976834438792009-10-27T19:08:25.800-04:002009-10-27T19:08:25.800-04:00Lisa…
I have no problem answering the questions—b...Lisa…<br /><br />I have no problem answering the questions—but not sure about passing the task along to six additional bloggers. Let me think about it a bit first, okay? I certainly appreciate the nice words from you, however.<br /><br />Anyway, give me a bit of time…Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-33149702627782474512009-10-27T18:44:09.291-04:002009-10-27T18:44:09.291-04:00Please go to my blog if you get a chance. I have g...Please go to my blog if you get a chance. I have given you an award. I hope that you will accept it and that it was OK to nominate your blog. I absolutely understand if you cannot take the time to do the challenge. I was close to not doing it. If you don't accept it, just know that I love your blog and hope I have more time this winter to visit it.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17837049529611598475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-89868776218603964152009-10-27T15:38:57.299-04:002009-10-27T15:38:57.299-04:00Helen…
I hope so, too. And I'll do what I can...Helen…<br /><br />I hope so, too. And I'll do what I can to insure their well-being. <br /><br />(I thought about saying: "I won't duck the issue." But I'm too dignified for such frivolity. No, honest I am. Really.)Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-77724521189067162982009-10-27T15:34:35.378-04:002009-10-27T15:34:35.378-04:00Scott…
We Buckeyes to tend to go a'wandering....Scott…<br /><br />We Buckeyes to tend to go a'wandering. And I know what you mean about our waters—and especially for me, the streams. Ohio's rivers and little creeks weave a silver strand through my life—their quiet, pastoral beauty is something I carry with me always, having fallen for them wholeheartedly as a youngster. Love endures. <br /><br />I saw you'd signed up as a follower. Welcome, and thank you. I hope you find lots to enjoy on this riverbank.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-11942961921316039282009-10-27T15:26:14.809-04:002009-10-27T15:26:14.809-04:00Lynne…
Not all that little, my ducks. Rather port...Lynne…<br /><br />Not all that little, my ducks. Rather portly, and incapable of flight so far as I know—though whether from breeding or some other factor (such as possessing the aerodynamics and lift capabilities of an anvil) I can't say. <br /><br />Nope on those TVs. Sometime really soon—days? weeks?—my beloved buzzards will depart for warmer climes, where road kills bloat to tasty perfection on warm asphalt, and roost tree do not shed their leaves, exposing ones sleeping quarters to prying eyes.<br /><br />But fear not, I have pix aplenty…and I'm taking more daily. I'll try and keep you from going into too fierce withdrawal.Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-36557194733606999262009-10-27T15:18:51.804-04:002009-10-27T15:18:51.804-04:00I enjoy your entry and pictures. I hope the ducks ...I enjoy your entry and pictures. I hope the ducks will stay safe. HelenHelenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10157512726495946384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-30332659673229589712009-10-27T15:14:15.000-04:002009-10-27T15:14:15.000-04:00KGMom…
The river as palliative…a use I put it to ...KGMom…<br /><br />The river as palliative…a use I put it to often. <br /><br />Come sit. I'll let you be after giving you a bucket of corn and making introduction to the ducks. (Marrying off a daughter is tough work, eh?)Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-60768117252857820182009-10-27T15:10:24.921-04:002009-10-27T15:10:24.921-04:00Weaver…
Au contraire! Foxes—red and gray—and coyo...Weaver…<br /><br />Au contraire! Foxes—red and gray—and coyotes, not to mention free-roaming dogs, possibly the ambitious cat. Maybe even a big red-tailed hawk. And teenage Homo sapiens who think it's great fun to lob fist-sized rocks at a couple of white ducks floating innocently on their home pool. Danger aplenty. <br /><br />I have not discussed sex with my ducks—and prefer the "don't ask, don't tell" policy, to be quite honest. They act like a couple, but more than that would be mere speculation. They did adopt and have now raised a female mallard duckling who lost her mother soon after their (the white ducks) arrival. For all I know, though, they could be a couple of old bachelor drakes with a nurturing streak. I'm not opposed to the patter of tiny webbed feet. Little ducks quack me up. <br /><br />I would build them so sort of overnight quarters if they seemed agreeable to such an arrangement. So far, however, they won't even come up the bank for their corn. I have no idea what I (or they) will do when the season's first high water comes along…though if they fail to act quickly, their next breakfast stop may be New Orleans. <br /><br />Whenever I hear the word "progress" I immediately go on high alert. Progress is a code word of politicians. Nothing outlined after the word progress is spoken is trustworthy—in fact, it is apt to be destructive, costly, and restrict my freedom in some evil, underhanded manner. Progress is stuff getting paved over, fenced in, taken away and turned into cash in someone else's pocket. <br /><br />I'd like to thump progress in the head with an oak stick! :-)Grizz…………https://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-32835371502281752402009-10-27T14:19:16.613-04:002009-10-27T14:19:16.613-04:00Scribe,
You've always got at least one great ...Scribe,<br /><br />You've always got at least one great line in your posts. Today's was "...waiting for the river to slowly appear like a ghostly vein below the sub-dermal layer of darkness." What an image.<br /><br />And, to answer the question you posed in your reply to my last comment, I'm formally "following" Riverdaze on my list of blogs, so I'm a "regular" visitor. I used to live in Ohio and, while I now live in the Mid-Atlantic, I'm still captivated by the Buckeye State--and especially its water.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04443352705506509732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-50652349923790222632009-10-27T14:17:07.534-04:002009-10-27T14:17:07.534-04:00Glad to know those little white ducks have you on ...Glad to know those little white ducks have you on a short leash...<br /><br />Will your Turkey Vultures stay all winter? Mine are gone until spring. I'm hoping to get my TUVU fix here over the looong winter.Lynne at Hasty Brookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09187035706322695138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-21147031501612924992009-10-27T14:13:02.239-04:002009-10-27T14:13:02.239-04:00I need some soul restoring beauty now--and your pi...I need some soul restoring beauty now--and your pics did the trick for me.<br />I am tired, for some reason. So if I sit a spell by your river bank, just let me be. I will even feed the ducks for you, if you like.KGMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-83928060075652686892009-10-27T13:59:51.190-04:002009-10-27T13:59:51.190-04:00A slave to your ducks? I should think so Scribe. ...A slave to your ducks? I should think so Scribe. I do hope you don't have things like foxes who might prey on them during the winter nights to come. Next thing you will be building them a bijou shed complete with straw. Do we know their sex? Might there be the patter of tiny webbed feet come Spring?<br />I do so agree about daylight saving - why do they have to mess around with it all. The birds get up with the sun (or just before) and go to bed with it - they don't even know it is Tuesday today and yet they manage very well. Still this imposition of time is called progress. Have a lovely evening on that beautiful river of yours.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.com