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Happy Friday everyone. Welcome to Friday Night Photos your once a week escape from the day to day insanity of the world we live in. Post any photos, memes, music or whatever else you find of interest that helps tune out the madness.

Earlier this month the camera club went to Miramar Reservoir located in the north-east area of the city. There's a 5 mile paved road and a dirt trail closer to the shoreline that runs around the reservoir. All but the first 2 photos were taken while I was walking on the dirt trail. It was a beautiful morning with blue skies and temps in the high 70s when we arrived and low 80s when we left a few hours later.
Oh for those days of cooler temps. It's been a week of three digit temps with a high of 105 Wed. The power grid got over stress that evening and the power went out for about an hour from 8:45 to 9:45 PM. It's bad enough I don't have A/C, now I didn't even have fans. Thankfully the temps had dropped to a mere 90° by the time the power went out and it was restored in a little less than an hour and I got my fans back and got some air circulating and was able to cool off.

Mallard Mania

Today my friends, in random sequence, I present to you, more of my semi-cognitional meanderings.

• You can't use conventional methods of understanding to understand non-conventional thinking. Sane people don't understand insane people. Logical people don't understand illogical people. Conventional, sane and logical thinking doesn't cut it with when analyzing a non-conventional, insane, and illogical politician or government. That's where a lot of political analysts, experts and talking heads get it wrong when they suggest that they've got this shit all figured out. It's like getting in the mud and wrestling with a pig.

This group, the Nice Liberals with Big Egos, re-emerged recently, making big splashes in social media:

Anti-Iran letter published in the Guardian receives backlash and withdrawals

What's Ordinary?

While listening to 'old' music (Is it really that old, really?) the other day, I had one of those epiphanies when one realizes that the lyrics to a good song can mean something different depending upon where the listener is in their life. The song is 'Ordinary World' by Duran Duran. I was definitely a Duranie when I was young; I still am. This is one of three songs that Simon Le Bon, the lead singer of Duran Duran, wrote about the loss of his best friend. I never realized that, until I suddenly heard it with a different frame of mind. I was sobbing as the song played and I heard the words so clearly in my mind, and my heart.

Ordinary World by Duran Duran

Looking out my window, there what do I see? We live on a local road and in the mornings,
a parade of humanity saunters, jogs, hikes, run dogs and sometimes strolls past the portal
of my seat at the desk while creating the daily script of life.

You can almost set your watch by what I call the hikers, at 6:40 stride by heading south in synch, gabbing with purpose. The dog runner goes by somewhat earlier, with the doggie happy to lead the charge heading in the opposite direction. Rainy days seem not to interfere with their purpose.
Nor does the cold for that matter. The occasional stroller goes by with their head in a
hand-held device. I wonder how much of the surroundings they see?

I am presently computerless, lost all of my data and need to start all over again. At the local library to pen this scribe, so will not be normally available in the wake of this.

Please carry on and post whatever seems appropriate for an open thread. Or otherwise.

Q

Good morning everybody.
A fine morning here, aside from the smokey air.
Seems we have a conflagration going on right here in the county, just north of the city of Battleground.