The Roadrunner

I'd never seen one of these until the other day. We were driving along the road on Southern C.A. and out of the bush came one! Kind of a neat looking bird.

Boulder Canyon

I think this is called "Boulder Canyon" not certain though. It went on for about 10 miles - all these rocks, hills and trees on this narrow road. It was fun snapping away as we were driving.

The Windmill

Unindentified Bird

I am not sure what this is. If you know, please let me know. :)

White-Crowned Sparrow

This little bird let me walk almost right up to it. I was within 1 foot away.

Palm, Date, Cocunut Trees? They all look similar to me.

Mt. Shasta - California

Signs of Spring

As my grandmother likes to call this one "hope"

Trojan War Poem

Grand Prize Winner

Poetry Slam 2010

“The Trojan War”

By Kaylie Brown

Composition 1D

Trojan War

There was a young prince named Paris

Who everyone thought was garish,

Judge of a small beauty contest

The women did look a bit stressed.

They offered him wonderful gifts

Which Paris thought was just a bliss,

He promptly chose Aphrodite

Cause her present was just mighty,

Most beautiful woman on earth

Of course they all new since her birth,

Paris soon headed to Sparta

To give his new wife a parka.

Took Helen in just a quick spur

Menelaus husband to her

Woke up to see what was the stir

All he could see was just a blur.

Now Sparta waged war against Troy

To get back his nice piece of joy

Of course for many years they fought

Until everyone was distraught.

Ten long years slowly passed on by

Finally they started to cry,

A man had a plan which was good

To make a big horse made of wood.

They delivered it to the gates

Which everybody thought was great.

At dark the Trojans pulled it inside

But soon the soldiers would all deny,

Spartan men started coming out

When the Trojan men were in doubt

The horse collapsed in a flurry

Now the Trojans had to hurry!

Menelaus then grabbed Helen

Now they were all just a yellin’,

To the large ships they all flew too

Soon there home was to be in view.

Arriving home they made a stew

Knowing what everyone went through.

Now in joy and jubilation,

They all ate in celebration.

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. - Anonymous

Misc. Pictures

Here are some photos I took in the last week.

My Sister Samantha

Her best friend, ebony

Man, is she ever growing up way to fast!!!

It feels just like yesterday, she was learning to ride a bike.

Run Forest run!

Me

Note: Samantha took these ones! =)

Pictures of Samantha and I

We were just... having fun and being random out in the field, what else do you do on a sunny day outside? :)

IF

IF

you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Della Mae

Miss Della Mae. I just love photographing those girls! They have such adorable smiles and are extremely fun to be around.