
I thought these Yeti's waving goodbye was a great last shot to signify the last post of the month. I did, a post a day for the entire month.




The old packing plant opened in 1917 and will be completely demolished by 2010. In 1974 the packing plant closed, the Stockyards started their slow death and the building stood empty. Then in 1976 a local business man opened it up with numerous small interesting shops, places to eat and a bowling alley. The downtown suits and powers that be at the time fought it tooth and nail sticking so many regulations and hurtles in the way the dream was never fully realized. It died once again only to be vandalized by a couple of young punks who started it on fire. So many memories there. My first bowling league. I taught CPR there. Great little shops and a strange wonderful atmosphere. Goodbye old building.


The new community photo challenge is Leading Lines. I love the long endless country roads and this shot is one I took on our drives. The road and the telephone poles lead your eyes down the country road. Below are the rules. Take your shot and join in by clicking here


Shakespeare's Sonnet LIV
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.