Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Boca Grande, here we come

All of you by now are all too aware of how much we love this place and how lucky we are to be able to go back each spring. We set our plans last night; The Innlet, tennis, fishing with Capt. Tommy Locke, bingo at the Gasparilla Inn and time by the water with the stack of books that have collected on my bedside over the last few months.

Previous posts on Boca Grande.

The Gasparilla Inn

Captain Tommy Locke (Best guide on the island)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Karen Gray Design -New Location!

My ever talented and beautiful wife has yet again transformed an old dull space into something fantastic. Having just moved from her previous location in Reynolda Village, Karen Gray Design is now located in 114-R Reynolda Village. Fabric, unique items and sewing classes.

I really did marry one of the last truly great women in the world.

Karen Gray Design

Reynolda Village

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

NC Coast in winter

Daniel and I headed down to the coast again last weekend. We spent the night in Carolina Beach and the visited the aquariums at Fort Fisher and Pine Knolls. We arrived in the early evening and it could not have been more perfect for a walk on the beach. I love the beach and the ocean even when it is cold with some snow laying about. I would highly recommend visiting the NC Aquariums - very nice. My only comment would be that instead of building three really nice, but smaller facilities, they should have just spent all their resources on one really nice huge facility. Just a thought.

North Carolina Aquariums.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Not Ansel Adams Part IV

I had the chance to go out and feed my soul through the lens of my camera this last Saturday out in Surry, Stokes & Yadkin Counties, all seemingly with a view of Pilot Mountain. Yes, the same from the Andy Griffith show.The frost line was at about 1500 feet and offered a bit a ghostly scene. I love that countryside with the old out buildings and tobacco barns.

Not Ansel Adams Part III

Not Ansel Adams Part II

Not Ansel Adams Part I

The real Ansel Adams

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Cows in the snow.

During our recent snows here in NC we got the chance to head out to the farm for some sledding. The cows tended to stick to their shed occasionally heading out in pairs or threes to hit the watering trough. They would glance over at us on the sleds barreling out of control with a dog hot on our tails and seemed to have a rather Gary Larson look about them seeming to say "why?". After determining that we were, indeed, nuts, they would just lumber back to the shed side by side carrying on a quiet conversation about the idiocy of our source of entertainment.

Monday, February 1, 2010

The Penalty of Leadership

Thought this was worth posting again.

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership is vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition, the punishment fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work were merely mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieves a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a-wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass, or to slander you, unless your work is stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced, argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the riverbanks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as the human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or is great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live –lives.

Cadillac Motor Car Co. Detroit, Mich.