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People who can see me in non-cyber space know I love shiny rocks.  I pick them up.  I carry them with me. I randomly give them away. I accept them as gifts.
That is what this new fortnightly (sorry couldn't help myself) feature is about, sharing the gems and jewels I find along the way  (quotes, songs, thoughts, notes, websites, photos I take, photos I see).   I hope you like the shiny cyber rocks. I may update Shiny Rocks all during the day as I come across new shiny things.
If you have some shiny rocks you'd like to share leave them in the comments.   Let me know what you think.
May truth, love, and light embrace you and emanate from you.

Photography tips
The Path to Better Photography

One of the ways I try to improve my photography is by looking at other photographer's photos.  You might enjoy the work of these photographers.  
Michael Diblicek
Joel (Julius) Tjintjelaar
Hengki Koentjoro 

I spent a lot of time home the last few days recovering from an unpleasant sour sore throat.  I did a lot of reading and watched some TV.  Here are a few websites I bumped into as a result of the that reading and TV watching.
Bhagavan Das
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Who-HA Da-DA
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If you're in the UK, you can Rent a Rev.  Sounds like a business I could start.  Maybe I will. 

Have we come to the end of the growth economy? 

A little nonsense that floated by.
ahawhohadadababa
Be may the Pie Jot be with you.




 


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Many years ago or maybe not that many, the pulp wood men would go out into the forest and harvest trees.
Occasional these men would cut a tree containing an active squirrel's nest with baby squirrels inside.  A few of these men knew about my grandfather and once in a while they would bring him the baby squirrels to raise.

Throughout my childhood there would be baby squirrels in his house.  One day he lost one.  He looked for it off and on all day.  He finally found the baby curled up in the toe of his slipper later that night.

He loved the squirrels.  He kept nest boxes and feeding stations scattered through the black walnut grove that was his backyard.  These are the bottles he used when he fed the babies until they were grown and he could release them in his yard.

One of the things he really enjoyed was sitting on his front porch surrounded by the squirrels and birds that would come and eat out his hand.  For a child it was a magical experience.  All these years later it's still magical. 

I hope your life is filled with birds and squirrels and magic. 
    
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