Monthly Archives:July 2011

Painting of Clio by Pierre Mignard
ca. 1612, Troyes, France

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This week’s 100 Word Challenge is MYTH. Here’s my take on the challenge.

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“You can call me Clio.”

James smiled. “Clio it is.”

They looked toward the stage joining applause for the next performer who was good – beyond good. They showed appreciation with staccato finger snaps.

“All right, folks. The judges are ready for our next poet. Here’s Clio!”

Whipping his face to the right, James caught a wink as she climbed the steps.

They call me Clio
I am Proclaimer
Seventh daughter of Zeus
You . . .

The crowd chanted “Clio, Clio, Clio” as she strode off.

James caught her up in a hug. “Myth or no myth, Clio, I’m glad we met tonight.”

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I wanted to write of a strong woman and looked to mythology. Perhaps not strong in a traditional manner, Clio is known as the Proclaimer – the keeper of history. I’d like to think I’m a Clio at heart. I LOVE the idea of her being a slam poet shouting out her history.

btw – during poetry slams appreciation is shown by the snapping of fingers instead of applause.

you can see forever – or so it seems. Today was what may be the last of our clear blue skied – HOT – days. (temps on one of the flashing signs at 5 tonight said 77 degrees!!!!!)

So, while at lunch I got a couple of shots from the top of the bluff overlooking Cook Inlet.

Not quite as crowded as the weekend, but there are still a LOT of people dipnetting for red salmon down there on the beach. And, I love the commercial boat coming in, too. There was a whole line of boats making their way in from the fishing grounds.

Here’s a shot of Mt. Redoubt overlooking the crowd. Mt. Iliamna was also beautifully visible today.

Tonight, however, the clouds have rolled in. We are expecting a chance of showers tonight and for the next several days. It’s been a nice, long haul of great weather, so rain should be a nice change.

that it’s time to go take pictures when you can hear the boat motors on the Kenai River from your front door – a mile and a half away from the river.

So that is exactly what I did – grabbed camera, ID, and cell phone and set off for some pics. Craziness, I tell you. hubbymoose and I used to do this type of fishing, mind you. Back when the girls were small. I sort of miss it – but not enough to get down there in the mix. It is great fodder for blogs, though.

To say that there is a love/hate relationship between dipnetters and commercial fishermen is an understatement. As I stood on the bluffstaking pictures, the two boats pictured here got “up on step” and sped past the dipnetters on either side of the mouth. This caused a big wake and many dippers bounced about. I’m sure there were chuckles from the boats, too.

Here are some closeups of the dipnetters and the “tent city” that has developed on the beaches.

I’ll use thumbnails from here and you can click on them for larger views if you like.

From here I went to the bird viewing site over the Kenai harbor to see how many boats were in the water. Several – but they were further down river. There were LOTS more waiting to get there, though.

The last one? Just cracks me up. I wonder how well he can see to back that boat into the water from behind his motor home???? Don’t think I’d like to try that.

Then it was off to the Warren Ames bridge where I had noticed dipnetters Thursday night. Sure enough, the lot was packed.

Then, on the way home . . . an extra surprise. The pictures aren’t the greatest because I was taking them through my dirty windshield. I didn’t want to get too close because it would spook them.

And that’s how I spent my early Saturday morning – how about you?

Introspection by Velvet Verbosity this week. Best wishes and good thoughts to her as she seeks her way through that particular fog. This week’s 100 Word challenge is SPLIT. What follows is my take on the word.

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Cassi waved her red pen over the copy on her desk. Her glasses were perched at the bottom of her nose. Another pencil held her baby-fine blond hair in a twist. She chewed the inside of her cheek absentmindedly.

Sighing, she reached for her phone, punched in a number and waited for the extension to be answered.

“Not to split hairs, boss, but your editorial is riddled with typos. Again. Don’t you think as Editor-in-Chief you should know how to use apostrophes and commas?”

She tilted her head – listened: “the time is currently 4:35. The temperature is . . .”

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