Confrontation Day
23 June 09
— Rick Silletti
Seems I encroached upon the royal domains of two very ornery critters today, Big Bird here simply wasn’t giving up the trail to me or anyone else. I don’t understand the behavior with these birds, but it’s not the first one I’ve seen do this, this one let me bushwhack not two feet to it’s right and reacted with only an acute look of disdain before going back to it’s business.
The whistle pig, on the other hand, simply had no tolerance for my presence at all. I was on it’s domain and it wanted me to move on – now! It’s living pretty high up on the trail and there isn’t a lot of traffic there yet, but there will be; it may be a long summer for that one.
It's that time again.
23 June 09
— Rick Silletti
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Catch A Blaze
16 June 09
To any and all concerned, I have a friend pedaling a bicycle 80 miles for a very good cause. Thank yourself for the good things in your life and participate.
It would be fun to Catch a Blaze Here
— Rick Silletti
Her name is Betty Martyn.
lines
15 June 09
— Rick Silletti
Sooner or later, if I continue to carry a camera when I walk, I get back to these walkway studies. They are all about lines, random and a bit kinetic, and yet structured to purpose at the same time. All in all the visual effect catches my attention on occasion, much like this shot, and renders the whole scene endlessly interesting.
creechture
11 June 09
Quote of the Day: (circa 1982 Stony J SSBN 634, venue: preparing to depart on patrol in the A Ocean) An Admiral enters the compartment with the CO in tow and spots a young gentleman of the rank of E-5 drawing quasi stamps on love letters to his wife, to be shared with same upon his return. “Quite the little philatelist you have here Captain!”, the Admiral observes, which earned him the all but immediate response from said young gentleman of, “You can’t call me that!” as he turned those of us also present for support, “he can’t call me that, I ain’t no creechture!” The CO’s face, a thing of beauty, said merely, “ as if “little” wasn’t enough.” Dear Admiral, blinking as he retreated, said no more.
Rarely have I seen a man in charge of so much stopped so surely in his tracks as this, but there are places even Admirals dare not go.
— Rick Silletti
Tales Tall & Short
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