wander project Caption Thursday!

Welcome to Caption Thursday. This is the online version of the game. Although, to be honest, I have no idea what the home version would look like. Perhaps I send you two pictures, and you write captions on the back and then mail them to the next person.

Today two odd pictures. One of the photos was of a co-worker’s lunch. It has a bizarre appearance. The second was of a pigeon that took one look at me and started walking away.


I was not offended that the pigeon didn’t care for me. It honestly made me laugh at the time!

The concept of kindness is one that always interests me. Service is a word that people throw out, But it is often closer to a person-hole cover. You see, in the world, sometimes we chase what we call Political Correctness. But sometimes the correct is neither politically or for that matter in any way accurate. Yes, there are things we shouldn’t say. Yes, there are roles we shouldn’t identify. Yes, we should be careful about how we address others. But the journey we are on is one we go on together. I know that my grandfather was a perfect business person. He spent the last few working years of his life selling Gym Floors and what are called Modular Homes.

He, my grandfather, was respected won a person. If you had his respect, he wouldn’t stop unless you did something stupid. Honestly, we need to get back to that world—a place where all people get a minimum measure of respect. But if someone earns more, they deserve the respect they have earned. We should stop for a moment and make sure we thank those who help us get to where we are. I deeply respect anyone that peacefully shares a concern about the fairness of a situation. I appreciate those who march for justice peacefully. Those that loot and burn to make me nervous. But I honor those willing to take a stand, to share their thoughts and dreams with others.

So today, I honor the reality of the world we are in. We, as humans, are on a journey. In part, we travel 24,000 or so miles per day (one rotation of the earth) we travel many more million miles around the sun each day. We, at the end of each day, have completed 1/365th of the year’s journey. Or not very much in any one day. We have so much to consider. Each day, each person, each dream is critical. Smile at every person you meet; it may be the only smile they get that day!

Anyone can join the Caption Thursday Challenge –post one, two, or more pictures with a fun caption and ask the readers to add their captions! It doesn’t even have to be Thursdays!

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Wander project a gift from mom

Today a hodgepodge of pictures from a 2018 my views back up. I often do backup my movies folder on my computer; you never know when you modify a picture or add an image to that folder that isn’t anywhere else. So, copy and paste that folders contents into another folder.  The first picture is a watercolor painting done by an artist that lives in Bloomington, Indiana, of Beck Chapel. Beck Chapel is a place I spent a lot of time for many different reasons. It sits on the Campus of Indiana University. The greats that founded the university are buried in the tiny cemetery that sits near the Chapel. It isn’t a considerable chapel overall, but it is nestled beautifully in the woods.


The painting has a different meaning for me now. It was given to me by my parents. But while my dad was a great photographer, I suspect my mother picked the painting. One of my fondest memories is when mom was painting. She is a master of making quilts, but when I was little, she used to paint with oil paints in the garage. She never claimed to be good, and if asked would tell you she wasn’t right, but mom was always willing to try new things. My understanding and love of certain types of art come wholly from my mom. It is funny as you get older, you begin to realize just how much influence your parents had on you, as a child, an adult, and in general.

For me, my expression of art is poetry. I have written poetry for many years. I wouldn’t say that I could retire on the money made from my poetry. It isn’t very much overall. But once upon a time for a birthday gift, my mother took some of my poems and had them bound in a professional book. That book sits in my office and has been in my office for many years. I treasure that book. The poems are ok. I was learning to be a poet then. But mom believed in me. She believed in me at a time in my life when I didn’t believe in me. Mom did believe in me. She does believe in me to this day. It is the gift that she gave us as a parent (that and teaching to swallow pills easily!). That someone always believed in us!

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wander project weather

Measure. What the world brings to where we are. Rain, over time, brings flowers. I started doing my Yesterday’s Weather Forecast a few years ago. I share a time-lapse video of the weather from Yesterday and based on that video, I predict the weather that happened Yesterday. I realize it is tongue in cheek. It is probably the ultimate dad joke. Of course, someone seeing what happened can predict what happened. The science is in predicting what will happen. But that isn’t as funny. Weather is a new reality. There are things that we can control in the world; the weather is not one of them. We can go indoors, but if the storm comes indoors well, we can’t control that.

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I don’t often talk about technology on the wander. The goals of technology, in this case, thought fit well with the process today. I spend time overall considering the weather. The Bloomsky system I have nicely converted a day of camera images into a 19-25 second time-lapse video. I share them on my YouTube channel and a couple of social media sites. The goal is, of course, to have fun. Having fun is such an important thing. Smile at someone today – they do not get another smile! The other technology in the pictures is the Raspberry Shake. Raspberry Shake, uses the Raspberry PI technology to deliver a home seismograph. Most people look at me and say, why would you have a seismograph at home?

You don’t; nobody needs a home weather station or a home seismograph. There are plenty of folks all around you that have one; you can see the local weather or local seismograph online. I just thought it would be fun to share the things that I like to consider and chase from time to time. The world is always amazing; nature brings us flowers. Every day there is a sunrise, and a sunset is a win! For me, the sheer fun of collecting the information is something I can do and have fun with. It takes me back to when I was a kid. I used to argue with the weather person on the TV. Why? Because no matter what the temperature is outside, they always had to say “feels like.”

I get that wind chill is critical to know.

But feels like 94 degrees when the air temp is 91, seriously? That I don’t need to know!

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wander project in search of dad jokes!

“Let’s storm the castle.” Yes, that was said as we walked across the gardens towards the castle gate. No, it was not my wife (would you believe me if I said it was?). It was not the twins, nor was it our daughter. Yes, sadly, I was the one that said it. I would, given a drawbridge, a moat, a rose garden, and a castle repeat it as my wife loves to point out at least 1000 more times. Dad jokes are something I enjoy. In fairness, I learned dad jokes from two masters. My grandfather and my father were both fond of, and quite good at dad jokes. Dad jokes are the art of saying something obvious but in a dad’s voice. I was thereby making it either overly severe or overly silly.


If my family thought they could ban dad jokes, they would. Sadly, they cannot, so they are purveyed as often as they come to me. (which honestly is sometimes as much as 30 times or more per day). Dad jokes are simply a presentation of what I know and what I’ve seen work combined. Kids don’t like dad jokes (that lawn isn’t going to mow itself, or the dishes are going to hop into the dishwasher spontaneously). Yes, these are things many parents say, but when conveyed in the dad’s voice, they carry something magical.  That got me thinking about the many dad jokes that I have had the opportunity to share with my kids. Why not share some o them with the world?

  • Remember, money doesn’t grow on trees, and it indeed doesn’t reproduce sitting in my wallet.
  • Today is the best day to get things done; then, I won’t yell at you tomorrow!
  • If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, what a merry Christmas we would have.
  • If fishes were wishes, we would all cast nets.
  • I want to see my pretty face in the reflection of the stovetop because it’s as clean as a mirror!

The best part of dad jokes is you don’t want laugher. You want the child to groan! These are guaranteed, groaners!

Why not add your favorite Dad jokes in the comments – I promise if they are good I will borrow them!!!

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Wander project on the way to France…

My first memory of France is landing at Charles DeGaulle airport arriving in the evening and driving to our hotel in Paris. We stopped at a restaurant only to find they didn’t serve them. Them, in that case, was my sisters and me. It was our first exposure to fragrance. Not a memory of France that I, for one, will ever be able to forget. But there were many plans for our stay in France. Dad, the poor guy, had meetings all day every day. So, mom got to take me to the Museum de Le Armee. Twice to the Museum and twice to Napoleon’s tomb. I would suspect if you asked mom, that was not her primary goal in Paris. But it was my goal, and mom let me lead us to that beautiful Museum and display.


We also went to a toy store. It was four stories, and I found my castle (sort of a wannabe Lego set). The castle became hours of entertainment, putting it together and taking it apart over and over again. My wife and I went to that same toy store nearly 40 years later, finding toys for the kids when we were in Paris. But for now, it is the story of my first trip. My parents got their first bottle of French wine but realized they didn’t have a corkscrew to open the wine. Luckily the always prepared Doc had gotten his Swiss Army knife in Ireland. The Caption, the knife I got, had a corkscrew. So I saved the day! It started a long tug of war between my father and me about Swiss army knives!

Oh yeah, we were near a bakery. For lunch, we had Banquets with cheese (and for those of us none cheese lovers like me, butter). Fresh banquets, dad, and I would walk down to the bakery after breakfast and get hem. The other thing I remember that to this day remains a critical memory, was getting warm crescents with jam and warm milk for breakfast every day. The last memory I have is that at the time, I was reading the book, Papillion. It is about the French Prison system. Did I mention the Museum de la Armee? Or that we went to Napoleon Tomb? Twice? I don’t recall if in this wander I said that before but it was the highlight of the stay in France for me.

I wonder if it was a highlight for my mother in France. I am pretty sure it was!

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wander project leaving the US

Music is a massive part of my life. I have always loved music. For me, the only connection I had to the world I left for a long time was my family and music. I listened to “Armed Forces Radio, Saigon” every day. IT was the only English radio station broadcast in our area (there was a US Airforce, Navy and Army base pretty close to Bangkok at the time.) It was a different experience. My parents had purchased a short wave radio for me as a present before we went to Thailand. It was carried in my suitcase with me, along with a red fire truck, a Swiss army knife, and later a castle. I wonder how I fit clothes into my bag now that I think about all the extra stuff I had then.


My wanderlust was born on that trip. Before we went to Thailand, we flew in a prop plane to Billy Mitchell Field in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Now we were sitting on a plane for 8 hours. The movie played on the way to Ireland (our trip was Shannon, to Paris, but we were in Shannon Ireland for five days first) the Andromeda Strain. Thinking back now, based on where the world is, that movie was a lot scarier than I realized. I was scared after watching that movie. Now that movie terrifies me. I guess living through something like what was in the film makes the movie a lot worse. Landing in Shannon Ireland was disconcerting on two levels for me.

First, my suitcase went on to Prague. So, my bag visited a communist country on the other side of the iron curtain. Second, the world was suddenly different. You see, in Ireland, they drive on the wrong side of the road! Ok, they drive on the left side, but I grew up with everyone driving on the right side, so it was jarring to see. More jarring later, when dad managed to clip the bottom of a car as he learned to drive on the left side. The car happened to be the personal car of the town constable, who was incredibly understanding. But Ireland was a place that I quickly felt at home. I don’t know why, or what about Ireland felt like home. We were pretty far by car from where my mother’s family came from.

Ireland just felt like home to me.

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wander project wandering to me…

One of my happiest childhood memories is heading up to Wisconsin. There are many reasons why I loved Wisconsin. One was where my grandparents lived. Both sets of grandparents lived in Wisconsin. We, my mom, sister, and dad, moved, but one set of grandparents didn’t move until I was seventeen years old. By the time I was seventeen, I had lived in two different US cities and a foreign country. That stability was essential to me. But the other thing was what I could do while at my grandparent’s house. Every morning my grandfather would get up and make coffee for him and my grandmother. If my folks were there, he made more coffee.


Then he would sit in the kitchen and have breakfast. I often joined him for breakfast. Grandpa would make peanut butter and bacon toast. Bacos was a soy-based bacon replacement, and I loved them. They crunched when you bit into your toast. Sometimes grandpa and I would wander down to the lake and go fishing. Sometimes we would pack up and head out to golf. Or sometimes we would go paint the cabins, or organize the garage. Sometimes we would go sledding. Grandpa didn’t join us sledding, but we would start at 9 in the morning, sometimes 8, and we would sled down the big hill all day. We would build ramps, and we tried every year to build a toboggan run.

In the summer, we would rush to the water to fish. But I have to say all these years later that playing golf with my grandfather was my favorite. I wasn’t a great athlete, but I enjoyed playing golf. It is a game of measures. It is a game that involves skill and luck. We would head out early in the morning and play the back nine or the front nine. I learned how to hit a golf ball, to drive a golf cart, but also how to act around adults. My parents had lots of adult sin in our house, but they were university professors. Professors that loved to discuss ideas and argue points with me. With my grandfather, I learned to be respectful of those who were around longer to know that it is important to respect those who have the experience.

So today, snow pictures, because I was thinking about the old days!

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wander project caption Thursday!!!!!

You know the drill, it is Caption Thursday – make your mark as a Caption Creator! A master of a snippy one-liner! Join the masses to be the first to caption the pictures!


The journey of 1000 steps does not begin until we take the first step. Sometimes that feels like an arduous journey. Each step laid out in front o us, taunting us, and we stop. But indeed, there is no path without the first step. It doesn’t matter how clean or overgrown the way is. Until the first step, you can’t choose. It is that choice, the path beaten or the road untrod, that determines where you end up. Robert Frost wrote of “choosing the path untrod, and all the better for it.” Roughly, I paraphrased his line to fit into what I was conveying. The idea that we walk that journey via the path to is the other side of that equation. Sometimes when we step off the ground, there is no path.

When we are the first the very ones to open the wilderness, we create the path. Frost gave choices of two ways. But there is a 3rd option. To go on our own without a path at all for that is truly an option for us. Many fall by the wayside of the lack of trail. Fear drives us to choose to go where others have gone before. It reduces the fear of failure. Others walked this path; they made it to the other side; my chances are higher if I stay that course. I am the better person for surviving the ordeal, not by choosing a new path that, as of now, does not exist. I want instead of walk the path that others have trod. It is not a sign of weakness to trod the path of others.

But sometimes we have to strike out on our own. To find the path untrod, uncreated, un, if a way can be un. Unpathed, we wander seeking egress from the sun. On those journeys, we find ourselves chasing things that may never have been seen before as we walk the land that had never trodden. Your goal to see on the GPS in front of you, blank space. No paths, no markers, no memories. Just the blankness of a screen undrawn. Each step leads us in a new direction. Not a course previously defined, but a new way. An original path that each of the 1000 steps opens doors. That journey, those steps bind us to be late. We are giving us a set of new experiences. A new heart in our chests that is filled by the sound of nature.

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wander project making the world smaller

Lights can be flowers when they are viewed at night. Tivoli, in Copenhagen, Denmark, is such a light display. It is colorful, and of course, once you go inside, it is a magical amusement park. I won’t wander the house spent in Copenhagen over the years. It is a city of my heart, and I love it.  Today instead of the reality of being away from family. It is always fun to go to new places. To have a chance to see the world. The world is different than people see on television. I know the twins often tell me, why should we go places when it is there on TV. It isn’t the same. The answer is that the journey can be painful, but the reality of where you end up is always different than you see on TV.


The military around the world calls it Boots on the Ground. It is an expression, but it does convey the reality. You don’t know until you have been here. The markets of Cairo are different. The world of China is different. These open-air markets where it is likely Covid-19 started, have been a part of that world for more than 2000 years. People forget that 700 years ago, rats spread a disease that wiped out 33% of Europe. That Settlers from Europe arriving in America wiped out 30% or more of the first people, with an illness that had been contained in Europe (smallpox). We forget these things because we have no connection. I know that I sometimes sit and watch the news.

I often say I’ve been there. I’ve touched that. I’ve seen that. The answer to the question do you travel as a tourist? Never be a tourist. Be a native. Ask the hotel where do they eat. Ask the bellhop what we do in the evening. The more places in the world you can act like you are a native, the smaller the world gets overall. So now, when the twins say why should we go when we can see it on TV, I remind them that they only see what the television lens sees. That they only see what someone else wants them to see. They are the heart of tourists. I see only the world shown by others. I have knelt on the cobblestone streets of Prague and touched the stones. I have been to the mountain of 1000 steps and climbed. I know that all of us are better when we make the world smaller!

Let’s go out with a bang!

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wander project chasing fireworks!

In the picture, at the end of the collection, is a clock on the wall. It is a coca-cola collectible that once proudly sat in my wife’s office in Cincinnati, Ohio. It, the clock, ran then. I don’t know if it still runs, I haven’t put a battery in the back in more than ten years. The clock doesn’t represent time to me, and it represents time. Funny how a watch can be both time and time. But this one is. It is from a time when we lived in Cincinnati. We started that journey in the town of Fairfield. We lived in Fairfield near our friends. They bought a house in the city, and we moved to Maineville.  Maineville, if you look on a map of Cincinnati, sits by Kings Island, which is an amusement park that has been on TV many times.


But today, is the story of the process, the time we were there. Yesterday in the Just for fun series, I shared a video of fireworks. When we moved to Cincinnati, I transitioned. I couldn’t’ teach for the Cincinnati Public Schools for many reasons, not the least of which was the offer they made, that was a 4000 dollar pay cut in the first year. So I started selling computers.  In the time I was selling machines, I moved to sell software solutions, in particular automation and accounting solutions. I called on many customers in the Cincinnati, Ohio area. One of those customers was in a suburb of Cincinnati. The actual city of Cincinnati sits on the Ohio River. The burbs are all around the city.

North of the city on the way to Kings Island, I found a new customer. I went to visit them. They were a very famous fireworks company. I expected a huge office building and a beautiful parking lot. Instead, it was a gravel lot and a single-story building that looked more like a bunker than an office. I went in and met the owners and several employees. The office manager was the owner’s daughter, I shook her hand, and she ushered me into the office. I stuck out my hand to shake the side of the owner; he had four fingers on his right hand. Then slowly, the rest of the family walked into the room. All of them were missing fingers. They took me on a tour of the bunkers where the fireworks were made. They ended up buying the solution, but I will never forget every single one of them, except the office manager, were missing one or two fingers.

Fireworks, they told me, are just bombs in a controlled explosion!

Yesterdays Just for Fun


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