I spent the fifth anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center at my home in Woodstock… not necessarily by design. The struggle to find work continues. My contract assignment ended recently, and I’m back out there in resume and interview hell.
In the late afternoon, I’d had enough of phone calls and worry, and I decided to mount the Road King and ride wherever my fancy took me. What a beautiful early fall day! Already, it is cool for motorcycle riding. The season has less than two months remaining. In another few weeks, I’ll begin to use my heavy gloves, and I’ll wear my chaps to keep warm as much as for safety.
The picture at the top just jumped out at me. This was such a spectacular landscape at Ashokan Reservoir, shimmering with brilliant sunlight. I wanted to get the bike in the picture. Please be sure to click on the pic and take a look at the full size version.
Reflecting on the murderous attack on the Twin Towers made for a sad day. I could not help but think of Myrna, her life cut short at the age of 49. She survived that awful day in 2001, only to die three years later of cancer. In the evening, I pulled out my guitar and I sang the songs that I have written in her memory.
Around another bend at the reservoir, I encountered this flock of wild turkeys. Several days ago, I saw a flock of more than 30 turkeys outside my house, and I ran out to try to get a good picture. They are difficult to photograph, since they blend so well into the brush and ground. I’m still not satisfied with any of the photos I’ve taken of these dignified birds. They seldom fly. When I approach them, they quick step into the woods.
I jumped back on the bike to beat the sunset home. All along the highway, I thought of Myrna. Without her, this world has lost much of its appeal. I will not be sorry when my turn to leave this world arrives. I am so looking forward to being with Myrna again.
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