Tuesday, November 29, 2011


The Sound of Silence
Leo Lawton

Man, with his intelligence, could not control himself.
A voice in the darkness pleaded for salvation,
but none would listen,
and there was overpopulation on the land.

Man knew the earth could not sustain this onslaught,
and yet he multiplied unabatedly.
All could not be fed,
and there was hunger on the land.

When there was not food enough,
for all to have a share.
Man slaughtered all the beasts,
and there was shame upon the land.

When man needed still more land to grow the food,
for all those wanton born,
he mowed the forests,
and there was drought upon the land.

When still there was not enough to feed man,
he reaped the fishes from the sea,
and the fowl from the sky,
and only man remained upon the land.

Where there had been trees and flowers,
dust storms blew across the plains.
Man starved,
and there was silence on the land!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

I Should Have Kept My Ford

It was late in the year of 1962.  My wife was pregnant with our first child.  I decided my older model 1953 Ford sedan was ten years old and maybe not up to the big occasion of getting to the hospital when it would be absolutely necessary for the big event.  I traded it off for a 1961 Chevrolet Biscayne with a stick shift.  I was not ready to think an automatic transmission was anything I wanted.  They were prone to trouble and expensive to repair when it came.
In the meantime I did odd jobs around the trailer park for Les Cox the owner.  Les had two vehicles.  There was an early 1950s model Chevrolet we used around the park for all sorts of odd jobs, and his family also owned a fairly new Cadillac sedan for normal transportation.  As Les was afflicted with Multiple Sclerosis I often drove him into town for various errands.  On these occasions we obviously drove the Cadillac so I kept a set of keys to it at my home.
During the night of December 16/17 my wife told me it was time to go to the hospital so we entered our Chevy and I backed it out of our driveway into the trailer court street.  Somewhat in haste I pushed the clutch and shifted it into first gear forward.  It stalled in the middle of the street.  I pushed the clutch, restarted the engine, released the clutch and it stalled again.  Once more I went through the same routine.  I got out, lifted the hood, and could see almost nothing in the night.  I rushed into the trailer for a flashlight, but I could see little with that either.  What to do?  We had to get to the hospital several miles away.
I rushed into the trailer once more, grabbed Les’ Cadillac keys, and proceeded to his garage.  My wife and I went to the hospital in style, in a stolen car.  Our son was born in the early morning hours.  I then returned to the trailer court with Les’ Cadillac and put it back in his garage.  I went to his door and apologized for using his car, but he would have none of that.   He told me he knew when he found his car gone, and mine sitting in the middle of the street, that he guessed approximately what had happened, and if his car could be of use under the circumstances it was marvelous.
During the day I found my stick shift Chevy stuck in reverse and first gear at the same time.  I adjusted the shift linkage correctly, and it never bothered again before I sold it in November of 1966.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Cox's Trailer Court

Within the first few days of April 1960 our 1953 8’ x 35’ Champion mobile home arrived from Norfolk, VA at Cox’s Trailer Court, 9842 103rd St Jacksonville, FL.  The court, owned by Les and Helen Cox, was under construction at the time.  I thought it would be quieter, with less traffic, at the rear of the court so asked if I could park my home on a back corner.  As those spots were not yet developed Les told me I could have one if I wanted to develop it myself.  He would put up the materials and money if I wanted to do the labor.  So I developed my own lot on the back corner.  Looking at the sky view of the park a number 1 can be noted in the street in front of the spot.  We lived on that lot for a year or more.
I believe it was the spring of 1961 when our good friends Kent and Ellie Eshelman moved to a different court closer to Jacksonville.  We decided to move our home to the spot they left which was much closer to the front of Cox’s court.  During all of this time I worked part time for Les doing odd jobs around the court.  A number 2 is in front of this spot.
In early 1962 we traded our Champion home for a new 10’ X 50’ Peerless mobile home.  We had it placed on the roadside lot across the driveway from Les’ house.  A number 3 is in the driveway designating this spot.  Late that year I decided I was going to leave the Navy so I sold the home to a friend named Hepler.  Nora packed up and went to New York to stay with her parents for three months or so until my discharge date.
Only a month or so later I changed my mind, and decided to re-enlist in the Navy for another four years.  With that idea also came the thought of buying yet another new mobile home, the second in that same year.  So we bought a Pacemaker 10’ X 50’ home and placed it where the number 4 is in the street.  To sum it up we lived in that court over three years, in three mobile homes, on four lots.
In the first spot we lived in Stan and Donna Norton lived beside us.  While yet living on that same spot our good friends Charlie and Barbara Norton bought a Frontier mobile home and moved in a few spots up the street.
While living there we survived Hurricane Donna in 1960.  It holds the record yet today for sustained winds of 115 or more for nine days straight from September second through September tenth.  On the night of September 10/11, 1960 I chose to remain in our mobile home although many warnings suggested everyone go to secure quarters.  At 22 years of age I thought I’d seen everything so why worry about some wind and rain.  During the night the winds from the south were pushing our home’s wall in several inches.  I opened all windows in the home to relieve pressure on the walls, and allowed the rain to blow in as it would.  Horrendous noises were present all night long.  Needless to say we got no sleep.  On the morning of September 11, 1960 we were able to look at near devastation through the part of the trailer park we could see.  I drove our 1953 Ford to Cecil Field in conditions almost unbelievable, but we did arrive there.  Within an hour of our arrival Donna had passed by and we returned home shortly thereafter.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Norfolk To Jacksonville

In March of 1960 I was transferred from the Naval Air Station at Breezy Point on the Naval Base at Norfolk, Virginia to NAS Cecil Field, Jacksonville, Florida.  I had bought a 1953 Ford sedan the previous year, and I loved that car.  For you mechanically minded guys, this was the last year of Ford’s flatheads.  Fords the next year had the newly developed overhead valve engines.
Before leaving Norfolk I made arrangements to have my 8’ X 35’ Champion mobile home towed to Jacksonville and stored to await our arrival.  My wife and I then came to northern New York to visit our parents.  Nearly a month later we left New York headed for our new destination in Florida.  The first day we got to central Virginia before stopping for the night in a motel.
We awoke the next morning, jumped in the car, and drove corner ways down over a four inch curb to the street.  The car’s engine fan went through the radiator!  Believe it or not I actually located a man that would work on the car even though it was a Sunday morning.  He surmised the fan had come loose from the engine in some manner and hit the radiator destroying it.  He located a used fan and radiator and installed both at quite a reasonable fee while we ate a leisurely brunch, and we were once more on our way.  That night we spent in a motel in Jacksonville, Florida.
The next morning we awoke to a beautiful day, until leaving the motel we drove corner ways down over a four inch curb to hear once again the same sound as the previous morning.  Absolutely, the fan went through the radiator again.  As luck would have it I spotted a garage that worked on radiators a block or so up the street.  When I told the mechanic the fan had came loose from the engine and ruined the radiator the day before, he started checking further.  It seemed the front engine rubber mounts had disintegrated causing the engine to shift allowing the fan to strike the radiator.  The fan had been destroyed by contact with the radiator rather than coming loose like the man in Virginia had surmised.
For the second time in two days we were repaired and got under way again.  Our radiator was repaired, a second used fan, and new front engine mounts were installed.  I then drove to the local office of the national mobile home mover that was storing our home awaiting our arrival.  They had never heard of us, much less were storing our home.  A call to Norfolk discovered our home was being stored there.  We spent two more nights in a motel while our home was towed to Florida, but at least that gave us time to locate Cecil Field and a Trailer Court in the vicinity, so when our home arrived it had a place to stop.
Our new mobile home park was named Cox’s Trailer Park, and was located at 9842 103rd St, which headed west from the southern part of Jacksonville to the Cecil Field Naval Air Station.  We were located only three miles or so from where I would be working at VF-174 a training squadron for the F8U aircraft.  One of our new neighbors, whom we would meet in due time, were named Eshelman. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Back To The Pond

On Tuesday, the 15th of November 2011, I rode back to the pond to look at whatever I might see there.  I never know if I will see anything, or possibly a multitude of wildlife species.  On this date Bucky Beaver decided to show off for a couple of minutes.  All of that brown colored brush in the near background is now under a foot of water or more due to the beaver’s diligence in dam building and maintenance.  Bucky, the larger male, as compared to Eager the female, swam out from the left side near the background brush.  He made a couple of circles of his domain to insure I was not going to be a problem for him, before he moved off over to the right and disappeared into the brush.  It can be noted it was late afternoon by the moon’s reflection in the afternoon water.  That was it for the day.
However I returned on the 22nd, when the temperature had dropped to below the freezing point.  This photo is of the portion of the pond on the south side of the road.  One of Bucky and Eager’s kits has taken up residence there.  Note that even though the temperature is below freezing the water is fully open.  There appears to be a slightly oily sheen on the water’s surface.  I do not know what causes this or if this has any effect on the water’s state of freezing.  Also for whatever reason this part of the pond stays roiled all of the time now.  Possibly the beaver is digging mud to build the dam higher.  I don’t know.
This is the north side of the road.  Although it is north of the second photo I don’t think the ten feet difference accounts for the fact this side is now skimmed over with ice.  That is where Bucky and Eager have the sluice pipe plugged in the lower right corner.  You may notice slightly more ice along the edge of that.  Winter is approaching if not here yet.
I moved along to where Bucky and Eager’s second kit, whom I have named Little Beaver (remember Red Ryder and his faithful little companion), is beginning his new life away from home.  As I drove along side of his pond I noted a growing stash of limbs that Little Beaver is intending to use for his winter food supply.  On foot I approached his domain to get a photo.  Just as I neared the water’s edge I heard a loud splash, and a roiling of the water as he dropped out of sight near the stored branches.  I never saw him before he announced his presence and departure.  He left behind that six foot diameter hole in the skim ice in the foreground.  That’s his brush pile, in the water, just behind the open water.  Looking to the right is toward his dam he has constructed during the past few weeks.
This last photo is nearly the same as the previous one, but it reaches all the way to the dam over on the right side.  Soon they will need that stored food.  I hope they have planned well.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Old Country Church

Old Country Church
Leo Lawton

As I trod along a country road, I heard a church bell ring,
and as I entered through the door, I heard the children sing.
They sang to me of Jesus Christ, who on a fateful day,
was nailed upon a wooden cross, and carried far away.

And like the song they sang that day, I too was far from home,
I had wandered in the open door, because I was alone.
I felt so sorry for myself, I was among the very few,
who sat within that lonely church, as I dropped into a pew.

Once more I found my maker, upon that lonesome day,
when I chanced upon that olden church, I found along my way.
Tears welled up in this old man’s eyes as I pondered all my sin,
my thoughts then turned to mama as I tarried there within.

And mama’s voice then spoke to me, as if she were right there,
“Son,” she said, “I knew your load was way too much to bear.
And so I’ve waited in this church for you to come along,
And now that you have found your way, know that you belong.”

Sunday, November 20, 2011


When we were children few of us took any notice of our ultimate fate.  Mortality had no real meaning to those of us who had a happy existence.  Dying was something that great grandparents did, or at a minimum, grandparents.  When we only saw them a time or two a year their disappearance meant little.
As young adults our ideas began to change a bit.  Here and there some friend’s parent died and we mused they had passed on much too soon, but yet it never registered that it could also happen to ourselves.  Death was something that happened to others, usually much older folks, and we were living proof that we were not vulnerable.  Only on rare occasions did death touch our safe little environment.
When we approached a more middle age, we began to note that a former schoolmate had died, or possibly our own parent had succumbed to the rigors of life.  It seemed that death while not staring us in the face, was at least something that could happen to someone we knew, if not to ourselves.  The grim reaper was beginning to hang out in our circle, if not at our own doorstep.
Then someday we find we are older than the average person we read about in the daily obituaries, and we wonder how did that happen?  What did we do that was different that allowed us the dubious distinction of living longer than our friends, acquaintances, or siblings?  After much soul searching we discover the answer to be, nothing!  We led no exemplary life.  We didn’t refrain from all of the frailties of mankind.  We merely existed on this planet in mostly the same manner as all others that we knew.  Yet we are here, knowing that we will die in the future.  All living things die sooner or later, but we now realize, finally, that our mortality is an event that absolutely will happen.  We stare it in the face on a daily basis, we look it in the eye, not with defiance, but with the knowledge it can’t be that far ahead in what little future we have remaining.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Breezy Point, Norfolk, VA

During the late summer of 1959 there had been an occasion when Patrol Squadron Eight received a message in the middle of the night which required the immediate action of providing a patrol aircraft for a particular mission.  The officer on duty had a twenty four hour shift, and was known as the Officer Of the Day or OOD.  While the OOD slept an enlisted person was on duty.  If anything of importance transpired the person on duty was supposed to awaken the OOD.  On this occasion the enlisted man on duty had no idea he was supposed to even read incoming messages, much less do anything about them.  Therefor the OOD wasn’t awakened, and it was several hours before it was discovered the requested aircraft had never been launched.  Due to this error the squadron decided to install an enlisted man in the duty office on a daily basis in order to insure a more orderly transition to the night shifts.  As a Second Class Petty Officer, having just stopped being a part of a flight crew, I volunteered and was accepted to this position.
On November 16, 1959, with four years in the Navy I was selected to be an Aviation Structural Mechanic (structures) First Class Petty Officer.  Shortened this was an AMS 1, pay grade E-6.  Soon Christmas and the New Year celebration had both passed as life passed on a day to day basis.
March 1, 1960 I checked out of VP 8 at Breezy Point, Norfolk, VA headed for VF 174 located at Cecil Field, Jacksonville, Florida.  My wife and I spent about a month on leave at our parent’s farms (near each other) in northern New York before actually reporting in at VF 174 April seventh of that year.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Christmas 1959

My wife and I had been married for only days more than a year.  This was our first Christmas together away from our parents.  I wanted this to be the best Christmas my wife had ever had, but on Navy pay what we wanted was not always what we got.
I studied catalogs from wherever I could locate them, but I couldn’t find anything I thought would be the perfect gift for my young wife.  I kept trying to use this method because I had very little money and this seemed a way to buy something and pay for it somehow in the future.  I found nothing.  Christmas kept getting closer and I yet had no gift of any sort for my wife.  What was I to do?
Procrastinating as long as possible, it was finally Christmas Eve, and I still had no gift for my wife, nor any idea of how to obtain anything.  Finally I drove our 1953 Ford Sedan to Rose’s Department Store a short distance down Little Creek Road in Norfolk, Virginia from where we lived in our house trailer.  I had the princely sum of $3.00 to my name.  I must make do with that somehow.  I had no more, nor any way to obtain any more.
I searched the store, one of the few yet open a few hours before midnight on Christmas Eve, but couldn’t find anything I thought worthy.  Finally, in desperation, I selected three small porcelain statues of Angels at $1.00 each.  I spent every penny we had, but it was the best I could do.
When I returned home, I carefully wrapped them, and the next morning my wife proclaimed them to be the best gifts she had ever received.  Of course, I knew they were not, but we both knew it was the best we could do, and we were happy with that.
Yet today, nearly 52 years later, two of those three Angel statues still exist in this home.  The same wife lovingly places them out as decorations each Christmas season.  With a loving touch, and a quick dusting, they remain some of our most treasured decorations.  Maybe they weren’t such a bad buy after all.  After nearly 53 years, I’ve decided the wife wasn’t too bad of a bargain either.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Quick Science Lesson

When I was approximately ten years old, back about 1948, on a cool clear morning, I heard the unmistakable sound of a sledge hammer hitting a steel post driving the post into the ground.  It was emanating from our neighbor’s direction, causing me to look that way.  As I did I noted a repetition of the sound, but our neighbor about ¼ mile away, had the hammer up over his head.  As I watched he once again swung the large hammer and struck the post again.  He then raised the hammer in preparation for the next strike.  Only as the hammer was high in the air did I hear the sound of the previous hit.  I watched this action several more times before coming to the conclusion what I saw was happening faster than what I heard.
Later I learned that the speed of light is approximately 186,282 miles per second.  It is also a fact that the speed of sound is a mere 1/5 mile per second, meaning the speed of light is nearly a million times faster than the speed of sound.
On yet another occasion a question was asked in relationship to a hypothetical phone call.  “If two people are in a room a few feet apart, and one is speaking on a telephone to a third person a long distance away, who hears the sound first, the one in the room, or the one hearing it via the phone?”  As sound via an electrical signal traveling at the speed of light, such as in the phone call, is far faster the person hearing it in that manner would hear the sound prior to the person across the same room.
Lightning splitting the air causes the sound of thunder.  As you see the lightning at the speed of light, but you hear it at the speed of sound, by the time you hear it, it has long since happened depending on the distance it was away from you.  Obviously there is no reason to fear thunder as the possible damage causing lightning is long gone when you hear it.  Lightning distance can be roughly calculated by counting the seconds between seeing the lightning and hearing the thunder.  As the sound travels approximately 5 miles per second, counting the seconds between the lightning and the ensuing thunder will give a rough distance.
You will never hear the bullet that kills you should that unlikely event ever happen.  The speed of the bullet, variable for many reasons, is much faster than the speed of its sound.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Lawton Family Served

Today is November 11, 2011, Veteran’s Day, a day to honor those who served in the military service of their country.  There is a family named Lawton located in the Ogdensburg area of St. Lawrence County, of northern New York that contributed at least their share to the cause.  These brothers are all of this family.  Some of these dates may not be completely accurate, but they are very close.
Lloyd Burton Lawton 1927 – 1994 served in the United States Navy from 1944 – 1946.  Some of that time was spent aboard the USS Bennion (DD-662) which earned a Presidential Unit Citation for extraordinary heroism in action during the Okinawa Campaign.
Lawrence Bernard Lawton 1929 – 2011 served in the United States Navy from 1948 – 1955.  During that seven-year-period he spent time on several ships with many months at a time away from his family and friends.
Robert Allen Lawton 1933 – 1995 served in the United States Navy Aviation branch from 1951 – 1955.  He spent several months on board an Aircraft Carrier during his sojourn.
Ronald William Lawton 1934 – 1985 served his country in the United States Air Force from 1952 – 1957.  For at least a one-year-period he was stationed in Korea during very tense times in that location.
Delbert Arthur Lawton 1936 – 1974 served in the United States Naval Aviation branch from 1954 – 1974.  He spent many years at the Patrol Squadron base located at Brunswick, Maine.  While there he was at different times in Patrol Squadrons that spent several months at a time on deployments to various areas of the world.
Leo David Lawton 1938 – served in the United States Naval Aviation branch from 1955 – 1970.  He spent time in Patrol Squadron 8; Fighter Squadron VF-174; Utility/Composite Squadron VU/VC-10 at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba; Training Squadron VT-9 at Meridian, Mississippi; and Attack Squadron VA-25 at Lemoore, California among other places.
Jon Edwin Lawton 1944 – 1996 served in the United States Navy from 1960 – 1964.  He spent time on board an Aircraft Carrier out of Mayport, Florida

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

NATTC Norman

Due to a couple of queries about the Norman, Oklahoma Naval Aviation Technical Training Center I am putting together a couple of images I have garnered in the past few years.  I am not responsible for the taking of any of them, merely a repository for others work.

The first drawing is a layout of the base as it was in the 1950s time period.  Some may fondly recall details once they see this.

The second document is a key to the first one, naming the various buildings and their uses.  This may help some locate specific buildings they may be searching for.
The third photo is the Google Earth depiction of it as it is today.  Norman NATTC is the center portion of this photo.  The streets and such can be noted to yet be much the same, but most of the rest of the base is gone.

Monday, November 7, 2011


I set out on a small journey through woods and meadows Sunday, November 6, 2011.  I had traveled not very far when what should I chance upon but some mushrooms growing from the trunk of a tree possibly eight feet above the ground.  There were a set of twins that seemed to be sprouting from where a dead limb had been removed from the tree trunk in some manner which makes me think they must be of a parasitical nature.  I’ve no idea why, but one grew quite straight up while the other grew in an outward curve before heading upward.  I must assume the second one needed to clear the first in order to survive.  Just how the spores got up onto the tree trunk is anybody’s guess, but assuredly they did.  That other branch nearby is nearly dead also, and will likely subside to nature’s whims during the coming winter.
Those who follow this blog may note that the second photo depicts the beaver’s plug of the north end of the sluice pipe creating the large pond above it.  This is where Bucky and Eager live and play.  I snapped this photo to show the small edge of ice along the left or west side of the small dirt pile even though this was midafternoon.  The sun had yet to peek at this location yet.  It is surely a sign of things to come in the fairly near future.  Soon the pond will be frozen, and covered with snow for a few months.
The third photo was taken over the newest pond being formed by a probable kit of Bucky and Eager.  All of the fresh cut trees are going to be the winter food supply of the residents of this pond.  They appear to be mostly, if not all, poplar.  They will be chewed into three or four foot long sections and pushed into the bottom of the pond mud near a den.  As winter progresses the bark will be stripped for food, while the residue wood will be used as building material for their den and dam.  Eroded areas can be seen where the beaver leave and enter the water as they go about their daily business.  I don’t know exactly where their den is yet, but you can bet it is dug into the pond’s bank close to that area.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Flight Crew LC 3

While attached to Patrol Squadron Eight (VP-8) located at Norfolk, Virginia our squadron was flying the P2V5F Lockheed Neptune aircraft.  Leading up to 1959 the P2V had been having some problems with nose gear extension throughout the Navy.  There had been a limited number of planes with this problem, yet any were too many.
A Chief Petty Officer (sorry, I can’t recall his name) in VP-8’s Aircraft Structures shop devised a method of using an onboard fire extinguisher to force the nose gear down in an emergency.  It consisted of using a special attachment to manually attach the extinguisher directly to the nose gear while in flight.  It was decided that a Structural Mechanic should be made a part of all crews to use this if an emergency situation of this nature should arise.  As a Second Class Aviation Structural Mechanic I volunteered for this duty, and was assigned to LC 3 crew.
Thus I began a short career as a P2V flight crew member.  It lasted but a few months.  One night our aircraft was patrolling out over the Atlantic Ocean far from the east coast.  It developed a problem with the starboard (right) main engine causing our pilot to call for a relief aircraft as we headed back toward Norfolk.  It was determined that on a spark plug change the previous day the wrong set of plugs had been placed in the engine.
Our head mechanic on the aircraft was being blamed for the error.  Our crew members didn’t believe the problem was his fault and told anyone who would listen of our feelings.  While discussing the situation I made the statement that I felt the entire crew should quit flying if they blamed our head mechanic.  After this rumor traveled a bit, a very good friend of mine, a grizzled old Chief, informed me there was talk of charging me with mutiny at a courts martial.  As flying was voluntary, I then decided to stop.  I made the statement I had suddenly developed a fear of flying due to the flight problems of our aircraft.  This stopped all ideas of courts martial, and the complete crew, minus myself, returned to flying as if nothing had ever happened.  This was a good thing for the crew, but ended my short career as a flight crew member.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


The beaver pond is quiet and still as I approach it from the east on this unusually warm day for northern New York in November.  There are no ripples on the water attesting to the lack of wind on such a beautiful afternoon.  I shut off the engine of my ATV the better to attune with the solitude and serenity of this, one of my favorite places.
As I sit contemplating nothing in particular, but all sorts of things in general, a small late flock of geese fly nearly overhead going in a northerly direction, not at all worried that south is a better direction to go at this time of year.  I know it is a temporary flight as they are headed toward the big river, the mighty St. Lawrence, only a couple of miles distant.  From their vantage point they can see it, even if I can’t.  As always the constant honking announces their presence long before I spot them coming over the tree tops.
A dragonfly of some type, all I know is it is red, settles ever so gently on my left arm.  Only it knows why it picked this spot to rest its weary muscles.  After a minute it lifts as casually into flight as it had ceased flying a few moments before.  I wish it a speedy journey to wherever it happens to be going.
Turtles and frogs have apparently all buried themselves in the mud bottom of the pond, at least there is no sign of their presence on this occasion.  Bucky and Eager Beaver do not care to join me in my reverie either.  It has been nearly a month since I have spotted them, but I feel they are still alive and well in their chosen pool.  The dam is intact and not apparently leaking, or otherwise showing a lack of attention.
Across the roadway, in a separate pond, a part of the larger pond in the past, lives at least one other beaver, I suspect an offspring of Bucky and Eager.  I managed some photos of it two or three weeks ago.
In yet another farm ditch two or three hundred yards away, another beaver, probably another kit of Bucky and Eager, has dammed off an outlet, and are starting a new colony.  This pond is maybe 25 feet wide and a couple of hundred yards long.  Although I’ve seen the occupant, I’ve been unable to photograph it.
As the sun continues to pass its gentle warmth I find myself getting sleepy, and decide it is time to seek a comfortable sofa for a nap.  What I can’t see, maybe I can dream of.