Hole In The Wall: Dedicated to John Da Plumma

2010-02-01

Dedicated to John Da Plumma

Today, I was out on the Homer Spit and witnessed something just short of spectacular. While I was there, enjoying myself trying to photograph Eagles in flight, I captured this shot. When I saw the boat coming around from behind the Homer Dock, I thought of John and how many times in his past had me made this same trip; around the tip of the Homer Spit on his way out to sea and the fishing grounds. Hope it brings back some good memories!

"Wishing You Fair Winds, Following Seas, and God Speed"

3 comments:

Stan Harrington said...: Click and blow it up to full size ~ looks good.; February 2, 2010 at 12:08 AM
john r mclay said...: That does tug at a passel of memories.
Great depth in the mountains. I don't need to tell a Navy man how small one can feel while on the water. Humbling, at the least.; February 2, 2010 at 6:21 AM
real eyez said...: nice shot Stan!; February 2, 2010 at 6:33 AM

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In the Pit

Twas the night before hangovers

And all through the pit

Those gathered were drinking

No one knew when to quit

.....

The Eagle was drinking his rum

As Pooba, he was atop his own throne

And as for the rest of us

He left not one of us alone.

.....

The brunt of some joke

Victim of some gag

What's his latest gimmick

What's he got in that bag.

.....

The Charmin had blessed us

The whole derned crowd

Nieghbors dialed up 911

We were getting a bit loud

.....

The clans were assembled

Wolf, Bear, Buff and Moose

And my Gawd, the dawgs

Who the hell turned em all loose.

.....

Trailers were circled

As wagons in days gone past

It rained the first two days

And the skies are still overcast

.....

John in the cook tent

Taylor in her char

The fire is blazing

Look Out! The blue tarp is on fare!

.....

Heidi pourin out coffee

Eric sluggin his beer

Stan dishin out one liners

And Arnie-the fear.

.....

Our relation is coming

For to join the Hole in the Wall fun

Blue Duck may be with em!

Everyone git yer gun!

.....

Blue Peep got to Shana

She singed her bird digit

Sure mustiv smarted

It's still makin me fidget

.....

Taylor is wound up

She jist won't quit her talkin

That's Ok, in the next few weeks

She'd prove to be walkin

.....

The clan girls were here

secluded up on Estrogen Rise

Linked only by zip line

and soaked from the gray skies.

.....

The kids all found safe harbor

And shelter in the Grand Ol Eagle's nest

Everyone was workin

Engineering was put to the test

.....

John and his tape

Eric, his wit

Bill slapped a dandy ninety

And the gazebo still won't fit.

.....

The gravel was great

Keeps us outta the mud

Cept the kidlets

Who are covered in crud

.....

They're baking odd objects

Made from Anchor Point clay

No idea what they all are

Maybe, jist maybe some day.

.....

Granny and her wineglass

Grampy and his wig

Too much for John and I

We pull another swig

.....

Now the time for adios

But we'll come riding back soon

Ranger Bill rode out before sunrise

and the rest of us before noon.

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~Ranger Bill~

Hole In The Wall

2010-02-01

Dedicated to John Da Plumma

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