Is it Fall already?!

Maybe it's time to breathe some life into this old blog of mine with some content!

Occasionally, I google myself to see where my photos are being used on the internet. Many of my photos are available through Flickr using several Creative Commons licenses. My first post about "Where My Flickr Photos Are Being Used on the Internet" aka WMFPABUOTI debuted on Tumblr but I am fairly active there already, and post music videos and songs from my favorite bands regularly.

No, I don't have an audience but haha, I figure when I'm 80 I can laugh and reminisce about the music I enjoyed in my younger days with Tumblr as my record - if it's still around then.

Anyway, I haven't used Blogger in ages and have always wanted to keep it going somehow. So, I think I will continue WMFAPABUOTI here, on blogger instead. After a little searching earlier today,  I spotted my photo of gourds and squashes for a list of 2018 Fall Festivals in Oregon.

Decorative Gourd Season is apparently already upon us so I think the event guide post is appropriate.

From ilovehalloween.com - where it's "All Halloween. All The Time."

The Chicago Theatre

As seen from the State Street 'L' platform.

A New York City moment

Eric and I visited New York City for the first time this past spring and we hope to visit again. We took a sightseeing boat tour around Manhattan and this would be the closest we got to Lady Liberty. Maybe for our next visit, we'll give her a proper visit. Until then...

The New Colossus - Emma Lazarus (1883)

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, 

With conquering limbs astride from land to land; 

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall strand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, 

Your huddled masses wearing to breathe free, 

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"