Category Archives: Picture of the Moment

Picture of the Moment—Row boats

Picture of the Moment

I had never seen purposely painted utility boxes and dumpsters until I came to San Diego. Around here, absolutely. everything. is painted. I do admit that they are much more pleasant to look at than the unpainted thing. Here’s the fence surrounding a couple of dumpsters at a ritzy hotel over on Mission Bay:

Real boats and mural boats

Notice that the painting of the row boats is a painting of the row boats sitting just a few feet away. I really liked that. Which is why I took a picture of it. Uh, der.

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Picture of the moment—Follow me.

Picture of the Moment

It’s always so much fun to visit off-leash dog parks, especially when the park is a beach.

Follow me. The pirate treasure is this way.

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Picture of the Moment—San Diego harbor sunset on 11/3/2017

Picture of the Moment

Ever since I worked in the wireless telecommunications industry from April 1994 to March 2000, I have been anti-cellphone. I always wanted a portable phone that made and received phone calls. Never a phone that allowed whole families to ignore each other when they went out to eat; a phone that allowed husband and wife, brother and sister, boy and girl on a date, to ignore each other. I understand children have a phone for emergency purposes, but still…. Maybe I’m just upset that parents aren’t teaching their children how to use smart phones responsibly. Or maybe parents are using smart phones as babysitters…. I don’t know.

Thus, I’ve been a decade behind everyone else with their phones. Until a couple of days ago when I put aside my Samsung Galaxy S “Captivate” and got a Samsung Galaxy S8. I must admit that I hate the thing. Maybe I’ll learn to like it as I discover how it can control my life….

I did use it to take  a picture of last night’s sunset because I had left my DSLR in the car. Purposefully, I might add, because I try not to take it into restaurants unless I’m intending to do a review of the restaurant and its food. The picture is alright. Certainly nothing like I get out of my Canon 760D. However, the picture below is the camera-created JPG. JPG’s throw away a lot of information, which is why, even after photoshopping, this picture leaves a little to be desired.

I did discover that the phone also creates RAW picture files. Unfortunately, it took me about 30 minutes to get the JPG off the phone (I had to email it to myself), and I have not yet gotten the RAW file off the phone. The RAW file is about 25 MB, too large for many email services. If I can get this thing to work the way I want it to, and not the way Samsung’s engineers want it to, I can see me doing more restaurant reviews with pictures of food.

Meanwhile, here’s last night’s sunset from the Fish Market in downtown San Diego overlooking San Diego Bay.

Sunset in San Diego on 11/3/17

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Picture of the Moment—A personal relationship….

Picture of the Moment

A billboard in San Diego County, surprisingly, or not, out here in the boondocks:

Atheism - A personal relationship with reality

There are five points that I can identify on my journey from religion to atheism, which some say is a religion in and of itself.

The first was a period of seven years attending St. Gertrude’s Catholic Church in Kingsville, Texas, with my wise old grandmother. After church, little groups of people—cliques—would gather and catch up—gossip—on all the news about anyone and anything from the past week. I think I was fortunate that my wise old grandmother was not a member of any of those cliques. I only heard things as we walked from the church to our car. I thought it the height of hypocrisy to be gossiping in the church parking lot after church….

The second was as a freshman at Texas A&M University. I was living Puryear Hall, a ramp-style dorm. Each weekend, a group of us, led by a guy from Nigeria, would visit a different church—Jew, Catholic, Mormon, Lutheran, Methodist, Unitarian, Church of Christ…. No religion was out of bounds. That was when I realized that each of these religions could not each be the true religion….

The third was a couple of years after I graduated from Texas A&M University. I was living in Houston, and the woman I was dating, a senior at Texas A&M, was from Houston. She was a Catholic, so I had no problems saying “Yes” when she asked me if I wanted to go to church with her one weekend when she as home. Her parents lived about ten miles from me but the church was just a couple of blocks away from me, so she offered to pick me up. Mass started at 11:00 a.m., but she didn’t arrive until 11:30. We got to the church in five minutes but she spent ten minutes driving around looking for a parking spot, and when she found one, she backed into it. I asked her why she was backing in since it takes longer to park that way, and she said she could leave faster when church was over. Whatever….

The fourth was when I was dating a woman in College Station, Texas, in 1987. She had a personal relationship with her God, so personal that he was telling her when to call in to work sick, when to take vacation, when to eat, when to come see me. One Saturday she was at my place where I had my home office. Penney and SugarI was working in the living room and she was back in my bedroom on the bed, with my two dogs Penney & Sugar, studying her Bible lesson for the next day. At 11:00 p.m. I decided to take a break. I went to my bedroom and asked her if she wanted to take the dogs for a walk with me. She rolled over, looked at me ever so sweetly, and said, “No. The Lord has not told me to take the dogs for a walk with you.” I broke up with her a couple of days later.

The fifth was a period from April 27, 1993, to February 15, 1994. I arrived in San Diego on April 15, 1993, and spent two weeks orienting myself before deciding to study the world’s great, and not-so-great, religions to determine if there was a religion that was fully accepting of an openly gay man. Only the Metropolitan Community Church came close, but it was based waaaaaaay too much on the traditions and tenets of the Roman Catholic Church. Thus, it didn’t really bring anything new the table, all things considered….

Those 10½ months of intense studying convinced me that I had everything I needed to lead a productive life, to be a viable, contributing member of society. Perhaps I got everything from my upbringing in the Mormon and Catholic churches, but whether or not I did, I do believe I would have learned everything I needed without religion.

Some might say that the people around me, brought up in their own religions, influence me, and that quite likely is true. Thus, as I like to tell people, I have no problems with you practicing your religion if doing so helps prevent you from raping, murdering, and stealing.

For me, at this point in my life, I have a personal relationship with reality and don’t need any religion.

Atheism - A personal relationship with reality

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Picture of the Moment—Thar she blooms!

Picture of the Moment

For last Friday’s Friday Flower Fiesta, I featured a new plant that now is in my garden, the Stapelia gigantea. It is called the “carrion plant” because its flowers smell like rotting flesh, which is important because this plant needs flies to pollinate it. And we all know how much flies like stuff that we humans find pretty much disgusting. Flies are the only creatures that can pollinate these flowers, notwithstanding how large the flowers are.

My plant had three huge flower buds on it when I bought it. This morning two of them decided to open up and show the world how beautiful they are, notwithstanding their smell. Of course, it was only minutes until the first fly showed up, appropriately a huge fly!

Stapelia gigantea

Stapelia gigantea

Stapelia gigantea with fly

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