At our regular Experimental Aircraft Assn. meeting in Willow Springs, after pot luck lunch (or before or during), we sampled sumptuous sweets. These were the most interesting photos of the day! No, this one wasn't edible. Didn't get a box of chocolates for breakfast, like Fonda did!
Tried to take a picture of the moon over the lights of town with the little Canon pointnshoot. Don't panic, this is a composite of two pictures. This is moonwriting. Take time exposures of the moon, move the camera around like a "luny" person, and then assemble the letters into one picture. We've had over 2 inches of rain, the sky finally cleared, and I didn't want to take another picture of mud.
Back to St. John's this afternoon for a bone density test (I passed, I have bones). No, that's not me in the helicopter. I just liked the composition. Almost home, ooops, wait a few minutes for the train, well, not the train, but the train truck, or whatever you want to call that. One guy can put that truck on the tracks. I think that's possibly more dangerous than flying, puttering along on the tracks in a truck... And look at all that water vapor! Doesn't look like there's a dry spot in the country. Tonight it's raining, with thunder and tornado watches. Oh, boy. More mud in the driveway.
At the Jacksonville, Arkansas Community Center where the Flight Instructor clinic was going on, I wandered around outside to get some area pictures. There, on old tracks that disappeared into the sod, was this magnificent old caboose that had been nicely painted and restored. I was really angered at the graffiti splattered all over it. The interior was trashed and painted with obscenities.
In Mtn. Grove, the old salvaged and restored caboose had to be fenced in because the same thing was happening, back in the 80's.