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The half-moon was out this morning. I made a big mistake, though. I had just taken a picture inside, with the ISO on my pocket camera cranked up a bit and the shutter speed down to 1/40 of a second. When I saw the plane coming, I quickly twisted the ISO down to 80, but forgot to change the shutter speed. The plane was coming fast, so I had to lift the camera fast and shoot.
As a result, I got a bit of camera shake. And probably, I will never see an airplane fly under a half moon in quite this manner ever again.
Oh well. The picture is what it is.
;)
This was the scene that I had photographed at 1/40 of a second, taking my time, trying to hold the camera steady. The other day, as Margie and I went through the drive-through at Metro Cafe to order our hot drinks, Carmen pointed to a sign that told us she was now serving breakfast sandwiches.
I promised her that, sooner or later, I would come in and try one out. So today, Margie had to go to Anchorage to see the dentist and get some teeth drilled and filled. This meant that I would be without a car, so I had her drop me off at Metro Cafe so I could try the sandwich.
She had sausage and eggs and ham and eggs, both with cheese. I ordered the ham. It is not the same as having ham and eggs-over easy, hash browns and mult-grain toast or pancakes at Family Restaurant, but for a coffee shop stop, particularly if you are driving to work, it's pretty good.
And the coffee is delicious - way better than Family Restaurant coffee.
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When she found out I was going to walk home, Carmen was worried that I would get cold. She offered to give me a ride. But it is only about two miles, the temperature was a very pleasant two degrees above zero (-17 C), so I set out walking.
Pretty soon, I saw a man and a black dog ahead of me. They were moving slow. I quickly caught them, shot three frames, then walked along with them for about 100 yards, until they turned off on Mulchatna, were they live.
"What's your name and the dog's name?" I asked.
"I'm Brian, he's Bubba," he spoke in an accent that reminded me a bit of the Kennedy's - JFK, Bobby, and Ted.
"Looks like kind of an old dog," I observed.
"Yes," Brian answered, "he's getting old."
"You sound like you're from the Northeast?"
"Massachusetts. I'm from Massachusetts."
"How long have you been in Wasilla?"
"Eight years," he answered. "I came here eight years ago to visit my daughter for two weeks and I never left."
"You must like it alright, then," I mused.
"I like it allright," he said. "I don't even mind the cold that much. There's nothing I can do about it, so what the f..."
I have spent enough time in the Arctic and the Interior that it always strikes me as a bit odd when people speak of Wasilla as if it were a really cold place - although for sure, from time to time, it can get pretty damn frigid, but today was not such a day.
We exchanged a few more pleasantries, then came to Mulchatna, where he and the dog turned right and walked away.
;)
I continued on. Often, the half-moon was hidden from my view, but sooner or later it always reappeared.
Half moon.
;)
And then, all too quickly, I was walking down my own driveway, toward my own house and there was my own, good, black cat-buddy Jim, looking at me through the window.
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Once he realized that I was taking his picture, he tried to act indifferent, but I knew better. He was very pleased.
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Now... I hope I am not drawing this out too long, but right now, these pictures are the only contact that I am having with my little grandson. So here I am, back to last Friday evening, continuing the "Kalib Moves Out" series. And here is Kalib, exploring his new house with his mom.
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He observes as she hangs the curtains.
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As mom cleans the refrigerator - which she plans to replace with a bigger one as soon as she can, Kalib tries to get her attention.
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This is the dining room. They plan to replace the carpet, perhaps with the flooring that they all stand on here. They wanted to try it out. They liked it.
I will have two more entries in this series and then it will be done.
Then I must find an excuse to go into town and spend some time with my grandson.
Or he could come out here.
Royce, the elderly orange cat, misses him terribly.