He wanted it to be very private. It was something he had been thinking about for a long time. He wanted it to be a surprise. This would be difficult considering that this was Venice after all and prime tourist time. He did not what it recorded or documented. He accomplished everything except for me.
The Great Migration is a cycle of life and death, played out on the plains of the Serengeti (in Tanzania) and Masai Mara (in Kenya). Some 1.4 million wildebeest, 250,000 Burchell’s zebra and a smattering of trailing Thomson’s gazelle make this year-long round trip. In fact, around 250,000 wildebeest and 30,000 zebra perish in this tough trek, mainly younger ones. Along the way, many migrating animals become prey to predators including lion, cheetah, crocodile and hyena.
This picture was taken on our recent vacation in Kenya. In fact on our last day. Our guide himself had not seen anything like this. You think you are alone on the large plains of the Serengeti and Masai Mara but the tour jeeps are in constant contact with each other. Once we found these Wildebeest getting ready to cross our guide contacted other tours and within minutes there were around 10 jeeps loaded with tourist like us.
Inspiration by A Word a Week Challenge
Well at least they don’t have my end date yet! I’ll keep checking. But how do I tell you when they have my end date?
Inspiration provided by The Daily Prompt.
Thanks to Creative Challenge
He felt alone. And cold. He knew this adventure would not end up in success. This was a different feeling than about 2 hours ago. They had fun just talking about different things. Nothing earth shattering but enough that they could make each other laugh. That was important to him. And now she was gone.
The Daily Prompt:
Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEAUTY.
I took this picture riding a camel in the sands of Giza behind the great Pyramids. We rode for around 3 hours to obtain this picture. It was an unreal scene: Young boys riding fast horses beside you racing from one spot to another. I had to pinch myself to remind me that it was the year 2008 and I did live in the US.
My father owned a farm market in Flint, Michigan. Both my mother and myself were his employees. the open aired farm market was open from the Easter, when we started selling Lillie’s until the last of October when we sold pumpkins. We also open up for two weeks in December to sell Christmas trees. The summer months we sold fresh local produce. My dad would get up around 3 in the morning and drive to Bay City where the local farmers sold wholesale to small farm markets like my dad’s. I remember riding in that old Dodge truck where you could actually see the pavement below the floorboard as we drove along country roads to purchase our produce for the week. Fresh tomatoes were 39 cents a pound or 3 pounds for a dollar. Mom loved selling the flowers in the spring time. She would have a very dark tan by the 1st of June. I worked the summer months. Seven days a week from 9 am to 9 pm. On the days we went to the farmers market we would return to our market around 11 am where I would unload the truck and my dad would get a few hours of sleep before he went to his regular job as a conductor for the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad.
I was at the local farmers market last week and that experience brought back a lot of memories. We provided “Customer Service” before they invented the word. I find it amazing that some store clerks can’t make change without looking at the cash register to see how much they owe their customer. Heaven forbid if they said “Thank You”.
Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.
Never again will I go deer hunting. One time was enough. Dad and Uncle drank until 3 am. We all left the camp just before sun rise. Dad sat me down beside a tree stump and say “Just Stay Still and the deer will come across that trail right in front of you”. Make sure the buck has at least 3 inch horns before you shoot. Right…Like I’m going to ask it to stand still and let me measure his horns. At dawn I could see at least 3 other hunters near me. All with high-powered rifles. First buck comes through and it’s like a firing range with me ducking behind some logs.
I’m not in that picture. I was inside the cabin reading a book never to return and hunt deer.
Flint Michigan is where I grew up, went to high school, and worked my first few jobs. I was a substitute school teacher where I learned around 6 am what school and grade I was to teach. I worked as a real estate salesman, a job my Aunt got me with her influence with the broker. I learned from that experience that I would never succeed in any sales position. I worked for the Buick Motor Corporation for a few months (graduate school looked a lot more interesting than lifting hoods and fenders and putting them on the assembly line). I spent the next eleven years working for the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad. This was a perfect example of nepotism in the work place as my dad, and uncle worked there. “Oh your George’s boy”. OK your hired and we want you to start next Monday. I was never given a drug test, never even filled out an application).
When I was growing up in Flint, it was a great place to work because of the auto industry and the suppliers that furnished them parts. The auto industry died out and so did the soul of Flint. Now it is the murder capital of the US.
I’m going to Flint this weekend for a family reunion and catch up with cousins that I had not seen in quite a few years, also school friends from High School and College. I left Flint in January 1980 and have only been back for funerals and a high school reunion.
I will post later on how things went.