Finally, we're usually a week early or a week late. It's very hard to predict and you have to secure lodging in advance, especially in Vermont. This time we tried upstate NY and it worked out well.
Unfortunately we didn't âšī¸
We stayed at an Air BNB on Sackett Lake just outside of Monticello, NY this past weekend, and this was our view off of the back deck.
An absolutely beautiful shot.
Thanks for the laugh đ
All 5 are absolutely stunning. Thank you for sharing.
Found this photo in my archive and really liked the sea grass colors. I had gone down to Stony Brook Village, Long Island, to take a few photos of my new motorcycle and wound up capturing this scene. It was taken sometime in October of 2007.
There was a man who lost one of his arms in an accident. He became very
depressed because he loved to play golf. One day in his despair, he
decided to commit suicide.
He got on an elevator and went to the top of a building to jump off. He
was standing on the ledge looking down and saw this man down on the side
walk skipping along, whooping and kicking up his heels.
He looked closer and saw that this man didn't have any arms at all.
He started thinking, "What am I doing up here feeling sorry for myself?
I still have one good arm to do things with."
He thought "There goes a man with no arms skipping down the sidewalk so
happy, and going on with his life."
He hurried down to the side walk and caught up with the man with no
arms. He told him how glad he was to see him because he lost one of his
arms and felt useless and was going to kill himself. He thanked him for
saving his life and said he knew he could make it with one arm if the
guy could go on with no arms.
The man with no arms began dancing and whooping and kicking up his heels
again.
He asked, "Why are you so happy anyway?"
He said, "I'm NOT happy. My balls itch."
Heart-warming stories like this just make me want to cry...
A husband and wife are shopping in their local supermarket
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The husband picks up a carton of beer and puts it in their cart.
"What do you think you're doing?" asks the wife.
"They're on sale, only $30 for 24" he replies.
"Put them back, we can't afford them" demands the wife, and they carry on shopping.
A few aisles farther on, the woman picks up a $60 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket.
"What do you think you're doing?" asks the husband.
"It's my face cream. It makes me look beautiful," replies the wife.
Her husband retorts: "So does 24 cans of beer and it's half the price."