orange moon

I was driving back from Vero, and knew I couldn’t catch up to my friends who went to watch the moon rise over the ocean. Had to be satisfied with what I saw off of I95.

So, here she is. My rendition. And it doesn’t do her justice. A succulent orange, she appeared good enough to eat… and a nice big portion, too.

End of Road at Cracker Trail Ride 2011

I remember being called a Florida Cracker because I was born in Miami. Didn’t think much more of the term until I wrote horse stories for The Palm Beach Post and learned about the ranches in the middle of the state that raised cattle, and actually went to a round up at Miss Ida’s in Indiantown.

A Florida Cracker was a cowman who cracked a long whip to herd up the cattle.

There are Cracker horses and cattle, animals that acclimated to wet soggy swampland — that kind of environment isn’t good for animals with hooves, but these horses and cows did just fine here.

I also found out that we have Cracker roses (Florida is not known for that flower) — a little straggelly, but a rose is a rose is a rose.

For more photos, go to my christine davis site and my vacation site.

Street Painting Festival 2011

I love this fair. And, since I live less than a block away, I can walk down and follow its progression. Wish Lake Worth did more of this kind of thing. The only festival I have loved better was the Luggage fair in San Francisco, an unbelievable conglomeration of street performers and acrobats who were walking up and down the sides of buildings…

Anyway, I digress. Here are photos from this year’s Lake Worth festival. (and for more, go to my christine davis site.