Neighborhood watch
A friend keeping a close eye on us..
Visiting a lock on a nearby canal
A really cool song ...
... was written about the Thousand Islands. It is here
https://youtu.be/hepBXJN3Lbk?list=RDhepBXJN3Lbk
At the bottom of our garden are two coves. One now hosts a free underwater trail accessible to all. You can now dive into the heart of the mediterranean with fins, mask and snorkel. This is a new ecotourism development to allow snorkeling enthusiasts to freely discover the wonders of the Mediterranean flora and fauna, in a protected environment. There is a marked route in the open sea with 5 submerged educational panels to discover seagrass, starfish, hermit crabs, sea urchins, anemones, etc.
In our district of the Var, (In Provence, think County, District, Province or State) are 13 marked underwater trails to discover the rich biodiversity of the coastal seabed of France's number one marine destination.
A flash from the past
Do you ever reminisce about your younger years? Sometimes, I seem to. I was checking out some pictures in my archives and came up with these doozies.
Always wanting to build my own, at ten years old my race car was the precursor to years later building my plane. At 17, I was frustrated that being a wanna be happy hippy, the real action was happening 3000 miles away on Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco. I just so wanted to be part of the culture.
Expressing that in art, I painted this 4 X 8-foot (1.2 X 2.7 M) mural on a wall in my room. I just now noticed the two domes at the center top of the painting, indicating where I was heading even at that tender age.
That painting got me into a lot of trouble. No, I never smoked pot or did drugs of any kind, but one day I noticed a few of the screws that kept the canvas attached to the wall had come loose and I could pull the painting away from the wall a bit on one side. I spied an opportunity and cut a 1-foot square hole in the drywall on my side of my bedroom, exposing a cavity where the studs separated the two adjacent bedrooms. I built a shelf in the void and had a secret vault to hide my Playboy magazines. This worked for quite some time until one day my mother was cleaning my room and found my stash. The jig was up.
If my mother was still alive, I would probably still be grounded.
