Suspicious Ancient Photos and Other Esoterica
It’s another one of those days when my Superpower of Story-Telling is failing me. Yes, I am a Superhero. I try to keep it a secret, because my Superpower is so useless to humanity that I’m ashamed to reveal it, let alone my true identity. I guess I’ve “outed” myself now. Oh well, It’s no big deal anyway. My Superpower only works on one or two people at a time. It’s not very spectacular. The general effect is to put people to sleep within a minute or so. Therefore it is of no use in emergencies. People generally awaken as soon as I relent and complain of mild headaches. They usually remember, at that point, that they are late for an important meeting and depart post-haste. It’s a peculiar Superpower, I admit. Now the world knows. I am Astonishingly Boring Storyman.
So, today I’ll keep it short, since I’m sure that many of you don’t have time for a brief nap followed by a puzzling period of disorientation.
I walked over to the market this morning to see if I could find some nice red bananas. I love ‘em. It looked as if the place was abandoned. I found some red bananas, but I’d neglected to bring any money. So, I took this panorama shot instead:

Something in my brain went “pop” and I smelled an odd smell and suddenly I was entranced with the concept of turning perfectly good images into “old photos”. I started with this shot of Miss Rankin when Tony and Lorraine had just purchased her:

I did discover that it’s much better if you start with a bad photo. This was an image of Kar Kar Island taken from the little bridge across from Memorial Lutheran Church. That’s Sir Peter Barter’s boat Kalibobo Spirit on the right:

As I walked to the hotel a few days ago I noted this exceptionally hairy tree. Many trees here have aerial roots. This one is taking the practice to ridiculous lengths (here I go with the puns again – hey, it’s part of my Superpower – I have no control over it):

Two things intrigued me about this hairy tree. (I’m easily intrigued.) First, there is the colour of the aerial roots. I can’t remember seeing red ones before. The other thing is that someone, probably with a lot of time on his hands, has lifted a mass of them up and tied them into a knot, something that would not enter even my mind. Whoever did this, my hat’s off to you. It’s wonderfully whimsical.
A few years ago we had a young lady named Twila Schofield working at our office for a little while. She is a very talented artist and specialises in most amusing caricatures. She did this one of me and my darlin’ Eunie:

I’ve had it hanging on the wall of my office for years.
To finish up this witless conglomeration of time-wasting tomfoolery I present to you The Rocket Cloud:

In a modest sort of way.
Tags: ancient photographs, hairy tree, kar kar island, market, miss rankin, mv moonlighting, rocket cloud, twila schofield



I am curious. Is the cloud rising over land as I might expect or over open water? I like weather and what it dose to clouds. These cumulus clouds can really take a glider for a ride. I note the record for a glider is 50,722 feet and I am thinking that cloud of yours was getting up there.
Ron, we do often see large cumulonimbus incus clouds even over open water – hot spots, I guess. However, as I remember, this one was over Bag Bag Island. I’ve flown gliders a couple of times – great fun! I had no idea that the glider record was so high. That guy must have been carrying a lot of oxygen!
awesome pic!!!!