• Greyhound on the prowl….
The United States Navy guided-missile cruiser USS Chancellorsville (CG 62) patrols the mighty Pacific Ocean….
….the wake of this awesome machine of man decorating the vast seascape with gentle and playful wavelets.
There’s a certain synergy here, as the greyhound prowls her seascape!
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»Photo: Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Joshua Scott, USN
  • Under the Bridge….
A sublime view under the Columbus Drive Bridge, looking westward in downtown Chicago.
There’s something all at once mysteriously captivating, alluringly inviting and graciously beautiful about this black and white shot of a most atmospheric setting.
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»Photo: Matt Harvey/75Central
  • David & Goliath
          A silhouette….
                    A paradox…..
                              A sunset…..
                                        A disparity….
                                                  A similarity….
                                                            A life…..
  • The Core….
The lighting inside the Yurakucho Center Building in Tokyo, Japan gives one the illusion they are inside the core of a computer….another bit of data racing through the architecture at the speed of light.
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»Photo: The Core by Azul Obscura
  • Ship-shape!
In Pacific Ocean waters east of Japan, United States Navy sailors scrub the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS George Washington (CVN 73).
During my years of Naval service aboard warships, we all worked very hard….from senior officers to junior crew members….long hours….everyday….frequently, for months on end without a break.
But unexpected and beautiful moments like this would often insert themselves into our daily labors….and give us another reason to love what we were doing!
With….
           *    PRIDE    *    PROFESSIONALISM    *    PURPOSE    *
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  • Anchors Aweigh….

                                       To distant lands                                        And open doors,                                       To bright white sands                                       On distant shores,                                       I must away.                                       I cannot stay.                                       Set free the sails!                                       We must make haste                                       To catch the gales!                                        No time must waste                                       To seize the day;                                       Anchors aweigh!
                                                                          — Roisin Sullivan (1994~)
  • Transitions….
The calendar says today is the first day of Autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere. Summer is done….Winter looms on the horizon. Now….we transition….
This is our first seasonal change since moving to Central Florida from Northern Virginia a couple months ago. Up north, some nights are already getting a bit chilly….and the summer humidity is just about gone. The shorter periods of daylight are becoming quite noticeable.
Not so here in Florida. There is little evidence of the seasons changing….other than, perhaps, that the afternoon temperatures now hover near 90F (32C), rather than the mid-90s (35C) of deep Summer. The industrial-strength humidity has not relented. Even the bald continue to have bad hair days!
And the sun still shines so brightly here in the near-Tropics, one barely notices the sun rises and sets a bit closer together than a month ago.
It will be fascinating to live the much more subtle transitions between seasons here in Florida….as opposed to the dramatic shifts we experienced for so many decades in the mid-Atlantic latitudes.
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»Graphic: Allison Ranieri
  • A Farewell to Summer….
Here in our new home in Florida, Summer 2014 will linger on for months yet.
But for most of the rest of the Northern Hemisphere….the chill of Autumn nights are fast encroaching. Today is the last day of astronomical Summer.
And the arctic grip of Winter is no longer a pipe dream….far off in the future.
                              Ahhhh, Summer….how we love ye! 
(And you’re welcome to linger here in the more tropical latitudes for as long as you like!)
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»CLICK the photo to dip your toes in the sand one more time….(or come to Florida and enjoy Summer 1.5)….
  • We sail at dawn….
          One by one the pale stars die before the day now,          One by one the great ships are stirring from their sleep,          Cables all are rumbling, anchors all aweigh now,          Now the fleet’s a fleet again, gliding towards the deep.
          Now the fleet’s a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,          Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;          Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!          Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!
          Far away behind us town and tower are dwindling,          Home becomes a fair dream faded long ago;          Infinitely glorious the height of heaven is kindling,          Infinitely desolate the shoreless sea below.
          Now the fleet’s a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,          Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;          Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!          Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!
          Once again with proud hearts we make the old surrender,          Once again with high hearts serve the age to be,          Not for us the warm life of Earth, secure and tender,          Ours the eternal wandering and warfare of the sea.
          Now the fleet’s a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,          Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;          Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!          Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!
                                                            — Henry Newbolt (1862~1938)
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»Photo: Regina (from Lithuania)