Mike’s Photolog

Stunner. I encounter a blossom like this and am speechless before its Creator.

Glory in the garden.

Glory in the garden, with some of the garden showing.

I am enthralled by lilies, even though I don’t know nearly enough about which one’s which.

“I’m Cap’n Harold, and I’ll be your guide for this afternoon’s tour of the Shire.”

When I was a youngster this bridge was still in service on a side tributary of the Mississippi River at Lenox, Tennessee. Its plank flooring was often in disrepair; I remember crossing it on my bicycle and looking way down at the water below. (It was moved to its present location by a preservation-minded benefactor ~10 years ago.)

(Of course, I may be slightly misremembering its origins — I’m poking at a child’s memories in my balding head.)

The old Lenox bridge is enshrined in the Shire (my parents’ neighborhood). Approaching by boat.

Waiting for the ducks at the fountain of the Peabody Hotel, Memphis. What a lovely place, especially decorated for Christmas. Irish coffee in one hand, camera in another. Sweet.