Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Picture Perfect Kscope Green

The limited greenery of Colorado, East High School in Denver.

Greenery whereI work, this is the part of the parking lot. Quite a difference.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Picture Perfect Red or Orange

Here is a photo I took back in 1999, this was near the Downig Street Station for the Light Rail, back in Denver. I was taking courses at Metro State college at the time and would get to the station near sunrise. This was taken with my old Nikon 35mm camera.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Picture Perfect Blue and Gray, hey them fightin colors lol

Missed yesterdays Picture Perfect, so I am doing two pages,

My wife is raising her hand, she obviously has question. "I know this is totally off the topic, but..."

My step daughter Natasha standing next to her new car Herby Potter. Her car is a very light gray.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Wordless Wednesday... Something wrong here...

We were running errands two Saturdays ago, and we stopped at a place that offers payday loans or at least that's their main sign said, but something doesn''t quite add up.


Makes you wonder???

picture perfect kaleidoscope

Pink.

My grand daughter Izabella has the softest pink skin any baby has ever had. She is adorable and spoiled rotten. This is her at Captain D's where we had lunch a week or so ago, my wife I and our grand daughter.

Friday, May 13, 2011

A Slight Departure... I remember...

Today's post is different, usually each Friday I post a person who represents a creative aspect in my life; whether they be a friend, family member or personality.

Today, I am departing in part, because although this person was not a great thinker, they are a person I will never forget. 

When I was a junior in High School, I had the opportunity to meet Muhammad Ali This was in 1978 and I remember this to this day,  Muhammad Ali was at Manual High School to give a pep rally, and I had seen him standing at a doorway of one of the classrooms before the rally.  I stopped in amazement, for here before me was a man I had seen on television both as a boxer and from interviews by the legendary Howard Cosell.

What struck most was two things.  One that Muhammad Ali was so tall, he had to be at least eight feet tall, or so he appeared to me, a kid who was only five feet four inches tall, and still am,  The other thing I remember was how much he was a big teddy bare, he would make jokes and throw fake punches and let you get in a few then say "Oh you got me, I am going down."

He was a remarkable man, and someone I will always remember.