A Finish Unknown

One of Sherlock Holmes’ many observations was this one:
“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

The words were, of course, those of a fictional Sherlock Holmes, the super sleuth created by author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930). Sir Arthur had Holmes give that advice in Chapter 6 of his work entitled “The Sign of Four”, published in 1890.

Improbable as it may seem during the living of it, life itself does glide steadily toward a finish line known to none. We truly are without a clue.

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Scan of the VHS cover of “Without A Clue”, Orion Home Video, 1988, ITC Entertainment Group, from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Moon Tosses Out Green Yellow Orange and Red

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About 10:30 p.m. on April 10, the Moon began to put on an unusual show and glow, tossing colors into the sky with each click of the camera! The orb started out looking like the (ABOVE) picture, with rings of green, yellow, orange, and red.

Then black clouds bringing rain broke the rings into splashes of colors reflected from the moon’s surface and into the surrounding sky (BELOW):

Finally, the entire sky seemed to get swallowed by the stupendous colors being tossed around, while to the far upper right of the moon could be seen a bright, star-like speck (BELOW).

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Was the “speck” the Red Planet — Mars — adding its signature color to the spectacular array of reflection?

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Credit:
Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Other photos from the author may be seen at:
http://www.myspecialphotos.wordpress.com

 

 

Winning and Losing As A Team

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Perhaps the caption to the picture (ABOVE) could be “Ouch!”

However, the reason for using a basketball game image, as the college national championship was decided just last night, is that basketball is a team sport, and such sports demand team work and dedication to one’s teammates in order for individuals, and teams, to achieve success.

Along the way of the 2017 NCAA Tournament, a player made a last minute error in purposefully fouling an opponent, when the play should have been to defend and let the clock run out, hopefully to secure a one-point victory. Instead, the foul gave the player’s opponent an opportunity to swish two game-winning free throws.

But these young men, the player’s teammates, all got it — support your teammates in victory, or in defeat, or when a mental error becomes very costly. The player’s teammates did exactly that, to a man. They supported their teammate, and, regardless of losing one game, these young men all went home winners.

In games, as in life, lessons on team play make winners out of those who choose to support their team. Life is a team game, and all members of every team are important.

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Photo courtesy of http://www.pixabay.com

It Is Nearly Spring and —

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Night time snow removal after peak traffic hours

This post is for the snowplowing cowboys who jumped into action a few days ago around the county, and who will be called on again soon in Spring-timeless areas! You come out from everywhere with every type of equipment to lend a hand, and you’re so appreciated! Thank you all !!

Another light snow storm is expected to wind itself down into Ohio and bordering states tomorrow. The Buckeye State just suffered a late blooming Winter blast that brought snowplowers out of their deep sleep and back into road-clearing action the first of this week. Their idleness for the most part this Winter season nearly sent them into rust mode, until Mother Nature decided to finally wake everyone up late into the Winter swoon by sending a few feet of white stuff to challenge them.

Oh, yes, that was six days ahead of Spring! Now we’ll get another delayed treat of Winter Wonderland two days before bud-pooping season.

Some of us must live in Ohio!

Thanks again to all snowplow cowboys and snow-removal jockeys everywhere!

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All Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Poetry for The Ages — Robert Burns

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My Mom loved poetry and often tried her hand at some private lines. Robert Burns (1759-1796) was her favorite poet. For some unknown reason, I ended up moving to Vermont and marrying a guy I met there. His name was Burns. Hmmm…

Life is a never-ending trip!

One day recently, I picked up my Mom’s old keepsake poetry book entitled Burn’s Poems and discovered two things. Yes, his name was Burns, so that apostrophe (No. 1) on the title of his book of poems is misplaced ! It should read Burns’ Poems, or Burns’s Poems. That publisher’s (circa 1800s) mistake astounds me; but so does life!

Life is a trip you don’t pack a bag for; you just go with the flow. Best laid plans go asunder…normally.

In the picture (ABOVE), my Mom poses during a camping trip on a picnic bench for Dad, who, yes, inserted the rock under the leg to make it the same length as the others and steady the table! My Dad was our family’s Steady Eddie — always!

In Burns’ book, his poem “My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing” was marked by a worn, broken red length of ribbon. The poem says in part:

“She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonny wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o’ mine…

…The warld’s (world’s) wrack, we share…

Wi’ her I’ll blithely bear it,
And think my lot divine.”

My Mother’s name was Bonita Jean — Bonny. Life’s a wondrous mystery!

My Dad loved my Mom dearly, and that poem’s thoughts were my Dad’s for my Mom, thus (No. 2) the page remained marked by the little red ribbon throughout my Mother’s life. My Father’s name was Robert.

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Life is never a certainly. It only sends us messages to interpret.

Although my first writing love is Fiction prose, I’ve tried my hand at poetry now and again, too, as my Mother’s daughter at:
http://www.barbwritespoetry.wordpress.com

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Family Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

 

 

 

Eagle Nest in Use

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Mother Eagle peeks above her nest while she awaits the arrival of her mate

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Changing of the Guard

 

Big birds, like Bald Eagles and Ospreys, who build big nests, often return to them, refurbish them, and give life to new hatchlings in them. In Florida, Ohio, a nest built between the Maumee River and a portion of the old Maumee and Erie canal along scenic State Route 424 has been reused for decades.

In the second picture (ABOVE), Mr. arrives to land in the nest just after Mrs. departs. He waited on a nearby branch before entering the nest, giving his Mrs. room for lift-off.

Eagle nests can be as wide as ten feet across and weigh in at 1,000 pounds, or more.

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Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

 

Uniquely Painted by Nature

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A first sighting of a Blue Jay’s backside is likely to evoke an astonishment over the bird’s “painted-by-the-numbers” appearance. The hodge-podge pattern almost compels one to pick up a paint-by-the-numbers project and start dipping brushes into paint.

The Blue Jay is unique in its coloring, but he is definitely painted by Nature. Whereas the Green Jay and the Brown Jay (what? brown? ugh!) have little in coloring to compare to their Blue cousin.

What birds do you enjoy?

See more of the author’s bird photos and other snaps at:
http://www.myspecialphotos.wordpress.com/

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Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg