A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
If I had more flowers, I would take pictures of more flowers. What I have, however is geese, lots and lots and lots of geese. I thought they were supposed to fly somewhere warm for the winter so what are they doing stuck here in the cold, icy, frigid, snowy, miserable, Salt Lake Valley? Anyway, you may as well get used to the fact that I am photographing geese this winter and not many flowers, as in St. George where I am actually supposed to be.
I would like to know more about this goose. What made it decide to get up and flap its wings and fly up and down the valley honking and making racket? Which reminds me, in my home town of Powell Wyoming in northwest Wyoming when I grew up there Powell had a cafe called the Blue Goose Cafe. The motto in its ads was "No one squawks but the goose." So obviously this goose knew it had a duty to squawk.