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CA., Crestline, dragonflies, Lake Gregory, neon blue dragonfly, orange dragonfly, Photography, summertime joys
The Captain, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.
After last week’s Wednesday night service, Jerry and I drove to Crestline, getting to bed around 2:00 am on Thursday. We were delighted that Melody, one of our neighbors here in Lake Havasu went with us. We spent a couple of cool, wonderful days with the thrust of our time–at least for Melody and me–being spent in scouting around the countryside experimenting with photography. We’re both enthusiastic amateurs. My favorite shot is this orange dragonfly. I love this picture. Click on it to go to Flickr where you can see a larger version and where you will observe his little “feet” clamped around the stick, and his “hands” clasping the “steering wheel.”
On our way home from Lake Gregory on Friday I spied these two little girls playing in the water. I checked with their dad and he
said, “Sure you may take a picture of them.” The picture is not too good as I was standing above them, but it made me happy to see those children playing, probably with few cares in this world.
It’s summer. Relax, gad about, have fun…and for a few minutes or an hour or two, try to forget your troubles. Admire a dragonfly. Stop to watch little girls who play on the sandy shores of Lake Gregory…or on one of the ocean beaches, or a riverbank near you.
Edit: Wednesday evening Jay, take a look at these. I’m really wanting a good picture of one of these neon blue dragonflies, but so far I have not had a spectacular shot.
Just a fair shot in my opinion.

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the music. I’m not exactly sure of everything she does, but I know she works with the praise singers, teaches new songs, gives piano lessons and plays the keyboard for the worship service. Flies down Sunday morning, and back home Sunday evening. Is that not the most unselfish, awesome thing.
memory skills, but determined by a 45-minute IQ test in which she was challenged in verbal ability, memory, handling a pencil and numbers and shapes.
Golf Course, and I prowled around a bit there. Elusive birds fluttered in the trees, bunnies bumped along, their tall ears aflame with the lowering sun, and a black long-legged bug skittered in the parkway. I poked my camera his way. Jerry patiently waited in the car.
I had said when we first started talking, and the man said, “Yep. I walked up real close to them. Here I’ll walk with you.” Their lack of fear and seeming tameness was amazing. They would have crossed the Blvd. except
for people shooing them back into the undergrowth. Between their weed and cactus munching a couple of the babies nudged into their mom and had a bit of milk to wash down the prickly stuff.
This treatment is quite different from others, involving a miniature robot who can literally crawl through the human body, diagnosing and treating as it chugs along.