Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
In one of my favorite movies, "White Christmas," Bing Crosby and friends sing a delightful "Snow" song as they travel by train to Vermont. I love that song, and it certainly was brought to mind today, while shooting some snow photos after work. Here are a few shots of my yard and surroundings. Everyone have fun in the snow?
A series of rather loud and unsettling noises -- just ask my cats -- prompted me to head outside early Tuesday evening. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but a hot-air balloon! There, in the field next to my home, a balloon was hovering close to the ground.
It was attempting to take off again, firing up the burners and sending flames shooting to heat the air in the balloon.
But, as you see in the photo below, the attempts just weren't good enough. And the balloon keeled over, sinking to the ground. A bit of a different sign of "fall."
Earlier in the afternoon, I had been out in the garden, taking a few photos of the remnants of a blooming summer. And some of the flowers still are looking pretty good. And there also were other notables, such as SPIDER MAN!