Toona 2 Makeover – Phase One

Our pontoon boat, “The Toona 2” was named after a house boat Tom once owned, which he named after a band called “Hot Tuna.” Hot Tuna was a popular band from 1969-1977 during their rampage years. They resurged in 1983 with a reunion tour and continued playing from 1986-to the present. They were a Blues / Americana Genre and originated in San Francisco, CA. My favorite song of theirs was Keep on Truckin’ .

Oops, time warp, back to today, our boat Toona 2 has been out of commission for over a year.  Tom got a friend of Cully’s to get the motor running. I got to go out with Khris on a test ride. It was fun snapping the shoreline from the boat. I missed Tom and my weekend lunch excursions to the opposite side of the lake. We would park the pontoon in the tall swamp grasses and  photograph the local wildlife, birds, bugs, butterflies, dragon flies, water lilies. There was always something to capture. I particularly enjoy coming up on the herons, great blues, and sand hill cranes with the boat. We would edge close enough to the birds to make them uncomfortable and they’d take off in flight. It is my personal quest to get one of those babies flying towards me instead of away from me.


Here are a few shots of Khris adjusting the idle, while we were out in the middle of the lake. I kept praying, G-d don’t make me have to jump in the water and swim in. She didn’t 🙂 We made it in just fine and Khris had that Honda motor purring like a kitty cat getting their ears scratched. We still need to do a few more tweaks before the engine is frothing out lake water behind her but she was awesome on her test ride.  Here are my shots.




Defiantly Beautiful

Tuesday, February 22, 2016 was time to update staff pictures at our preschool.  I brought in my tripod, nikon df with my go to nikon 28-200 mm lens and between Cindy and I we clicked away. I like to help my subjects a little if I see them struggling to figure out what to do in front of the camera.

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Cindy, a girl that wears many hats.

Cindy, ahh, not so much. She figures the subject knows what to do better than anyone else. She is sooooo optimistic. LOL!

I am always curious when I watch really good looking people get in front of the camera. They squirm, stiffen up, fidget, or get an incredible look of panic on their faces. They can’t relax. The best pictures always happen when people have fun in front of the camera.

Many people refuse to have their pictures taken because they dread looking at themselves. The perception that has been programmed into their minds is unfortunate. From my perspective I see them as striking, unique, beautiful, and strong.


What they have been trained to identify as flaws I see as strengths. Often it is that crooked tooth, imperfect nose, or bold chin that draws my eye to them. We may be free thinking people, but sometimes we need just a wee bit of direction. Bend here, tilt there, look here and bam! It’s a wrap.

I enjoy watching people become comfortable and witnessing as their inhibitions begin to melt away. Confidence and trust reveal themselves in the way they smile, and their faces relax, and they twist, and turn, and play with the camera. I love when that happens. DSC_4527GeorgianaCabral

There is a moment when a person becomes defiantly beautiful in their minds and it shows in their eyes. That moment is the picture I want to capture. I see them as beautiful but when they see themselves that way is when the magic happens.  I am delighted when someone sees themselves in a picture and approves of what they see.  It’s definitely a “YES”moment!

I see photography as art. I like images to portray dynamism. I tend to pose my clients in ways that reflect personality and attitude. I am not in search of pretty, perfect, or the kind of images you see posted on corporate walls. Pretty can be really boring. I prefer style. These things last. Pretty fades darling.  To quote Diana Vreeland –“You don’t have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.”
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Diana Vreeland and Iris Apfel are two woman who portray the essence of defiant beauty to me. Google them if you’ve not heard of them. This is one of my favorite Iris Apfel quotes: I never felt pretty. I don’t feel pretty now. I’m not a pretty person. I don’t like pretty. So I don’t feel badly. And I think it worked out well, because I found that all the girls I know who got by on their looks, as time went on and they faded, they were nothing. And they were very disappointed. When you’re somebody like myself, in order to get around and be attractive, you have to develop something, you have to learn something, you have to do something. So you become a bit more interesting. Read more at:

Here are this years wildly attractive staffers!


Critical Thinking


The way things are in this manipulated reality we all live is not how I want to spend my life on earth.  Everything we come to accept as reality, becomes a fallacy given enough passing of time. Today’s mathematical formulas that explain our universe will be disproved and new ones will be developed, packaged, and taught to our children as facts. 10291327_665889500152205_2925066838548567391_nIf you don’t believe me look into common core! 2+3=5 only if you arrive at the answer by following one specific predefined path. This is a clever way of PROGRAMMING OUR CHILDREN to become OBEDIENT WORKERS while denigrating parental intellect. Our children are being led to think we do not know anything, therefore our influence and input into their development is devalued. This cycle perpetuates itself from generation to generation. Even more troubling is the way the colony accepts this as just the way things are. Individuals are focused on surviving and do not question, challenge, or disrupt the status quo.

10465429_703436013064220_3328885320298816066_oIndividuals are asleep. They have bills to pay! They need homes, cars, and stuff! That is all that matters to them and anyone who threatens their ability to accumulate and compete is rejected or ignored. WAKE UP! The world political systems are changing. Our reality is morphing into a global reality daily! The interests of our country are relinquished for the sake of the global colony. The needs of the individual are relinquished for the sake of the colony. The individual is expendable and replaceable. We don’t count folks!


The total mindlessness we are engaged in is incredible. In a way we function similar to a dumbed down insect mentality with a hierarchy of a single insect at the top ruling over the colony as in the case of ants. 184454_595012540516645_1093142905_nAll members of the colony have their genetically assigned tasks. Some are soldiers, others are workers, etc. Not to dissimilar to the way society works.


Notice that if you are born a worker that is who you are. You may make more money than another worker, but make no mistake you are just as much a worker as the lowly worker ant. If you were born a Garcia, Smith, Brown, or Lee, you can’t be Rothschild darling! They won’t let you. It’s like George Carlin said so well “it’s a private club and you are not invited!”

Either this is merely the natural evolution of the species, or the species has been programmed for this insect mentality response on purpose. Hmmm, who is doing the programming? It is also noteworthy that those of us who notice this, begin to experience a series of unfortunate circumstances in our lives. Mainly relationships, health and finances begin to experience unexpected changes and we become scared. Coincidence? I don’t think so.

GeorgeCarlinAskWhy-450x300There is something going on here, and it has been going on for hundreds of years. So many years that there are barely any humans left on earth that remember things being any other way.



b9624-11023031_1560937394181643_1855270797_nAre we living on a prison planet? Deluded slaves who think they are free because they get a day off here and there. A freeman gets weekends off! Really freemen get a once or twice a year vacation. I discussed this situation with a middle-aged woman who is raising two young daughters alone. She works two jobs to do this and when I brought this up she said, but Mo, I enjoy doing this. I love what I do! WOW! I thought to myself. She was 100% programed. She can not even think about considering that there may be another way. Her perception is that this is the only way, and that she really likes working days, evenings, and some weekends, and spending little time with her children. She is providing them a good home, good education, and preparing them to also be great workers like her, by the awesome way she is modeling work ethics, commitment, and sacrifice. Where is her mind?

1b67955e9a1d660200c1c9ec70c12c03What the hell are work ethics, commitment, and sacrifice but concepts used against us to promote feelings of guilt and make us question our alliance to the colony. Do work ethics matter? Yes but not if it means I don’t matter. Ethics matter only in as much as my interests and needs are just as valued


My grandchildren must understand this! They must be re-educated as critical thinkers and taught not to buy into the herd, hive, or colony mentality! Critical thinkers! They need to master self-reliance! Farming, building, communicating within and without technology. They need to understand the importance of life outside the grid! One day this is going to be vital to their survival. My grandchildren’s generation would greatly benefit in understanding the economics of the colony and the larger global colony so that they can survive within and without it. Understand the art of bartering and alternative currencies. These will be important in the future.

15746469._SY540_Slavery was never abolished, it was expanded to include everyone. It now includes people of all races, socio-economics statuses, educational levels, genders, and of all religious belief systems. They appeal to our appetite for stuff and entrap us with debit.

We come into existence and immediately begin to accumulate debt. This is the planet we were born into, it is our home, we arrive here through some super-natural, force. Sure we all know about the sperm and the ovum and sex, and all that, but that does not explain the emotions, the spirit. Once we even possessed the ability to think for ourselves. What happened?

ChemtrailersHas anyone noticed the streaks in the sky. They are there everyday, and they are taking place all over the world. Has anyone asked what exactly are those cloudy streaks? I’m old enough to remember agent orange.  What about the explosion in technology? Is it really human friendly or a gateway to artificial intelligence becoming humanoid version 2.0. Is this too just the natural, or unnatural evolution of our species? Is our quest for eternal youth, ease, comfort, money, and immortality  leading us to the extinction of our species?



Call me names, ridicule me, but I think about these things because it is obvious to me that something is happening.

It’s called progress, and the need of the individual is 100 percent unimportant in the bigger picture of promoting the agenda of the colony.

Wake up! Remember our history. Those who do not remember their history are condemned to repeat it!


Something has happened. Truth can no longer be hidden behind lies.

By David Icke – David Vaughan Icke is an English writer, public speaker and former professional footballer and sports broadcaster. He promotes conspiracy theories about global politics and has written extensively about them. Here are excerpts from one of his speeches.

“Two old prats have a beef and they send out youth to battle it out. For what? To promote the agenda of the old guard that doesn’t want to pass on the baton. Open the eyes, open the mind, ask why don’t the leaders who start the wars go fight them? What makes them exempt? In days of old didn’t the great kings ride out and lead their men in battle fighting alongside them? Why don’t they do that now? In fact, why don’t they leave their men behind where they are and go to it on their own? Did we not elect the leaders to lead us? Don’t they work for us? How then did they convince us to pay them while we do the work for them? Who has the awareness to say to the powerful ones “go then, fight the battles you have created on your own and get on with it?” 12088121_10153746226324255_3670062853066714282_n

It seems that from cradle to grave the plan is to be kept in that state of ignorance.We constantly remind ourselves we are free. We justify all the crap we go through because at least we are free. Implying that others are not free. Get a job, get married, have children, act normal, walk on the pavement, obey the law, save for your old age, invest in the stock market, buy a big house, in a right part of town, behave, drive in your own lane, and begin to download the same program onto your children before you turn them over to the state, or even worst, the private schools. Now repeat after me, ‘I AM FREE’.

il_fullxfull.271025063Slavery was never abolished it was expanded to include everyone. Yet people go out of their way to convince themselves they are free. Slavery works better when the people are not aware they are slaves. First step of disconnecting from slavery is to be aware you are enslaved. No you say? Do you get up out of bed, if you have one, get dressed, to go report to a job you do not like, but you have to pay bills so you go do it? What do you call this? Normal? Life? The way things are? How about slavery? They are pissing on us and we say it’s raining. Leonardo Da Vinci said there are 3 classes of people, those who see, those who see when they are shown, and those that don’t see.  Our situation is a perception deception. Our perception is programed to see what they want us to see. Perception is the stadium on which the control of humanity is played out minute by minute. Perception is a state of mind and the mind belongs to the state. It is not a matter of what is true that a counts but what is perceived. They sell us protection from the fear they program us to believe and we make stupid people famous.”

Free your mind and let nothing and no one enslave it!   “So long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping meant.” – Voltaire

7749124A good read! I got it on Audible – The Smart Swarm, a fascinating new take on the concept of collective intelligence and its colorful manifestations in some of our most complex problems, The Smart Swarm introduces a compelling new understanding of the real experts on solving our own complex problems relating to such topics as business, politics, and technology.

Based on extensive globe-trotting research, this lively tour from National Geographic reporter Peter Miller introduces thriving throngs of ant colonies, which have inspired computer programs for streamlining factory processes, telephone networks, and truck routes; termites, used in recent studies for climate-control solutions; schools of fish, on which the U.S. military modeled a team of robots; and many other examples of the wisdom to be gleaned about the behavior of crowds-among critters and corporations alike.

In the tradition of James Surowiecki’s The Wisdom of Crowds and the innovative works of Malcolm Gladwell, The Smart Swarm is an entertaining yet enlightening look at small-scale phenomena with big implications for us all. (less)

Desiree Look-a-like

It’s amazing what just cutting side bangs can do. Mallory feels so good about the way her hair looks that she actually went in to the bathroom and took a great shower, shampooed her hair, dressed up, then came out and said, “Nana I am having a Great Hair Day”. I said wow just in time for the golden hour of sunlight before the sun sets, let’s go! And she said okay, and actually enjoyed posing again. Yay! Then when I put the images into my computer, I was astounded at how much she looked like her mother at the same age. Wow!


A girl and a horse

My granddaughters take turns staying with me. I figured out it’s their way of escaping from each other and not that they find me irresistible, which of course I am sure they do on some level of their psyche.  This weekend it was Mallory’s turn. Ella was on a project with mom, and Olive was picked up yesterday early evening.


Mal and I love being lazy at the lake. As usual,  I managed to let Mal talk me into doing something to her hair. I am sure her mother will be upset. Well, if she’d answer the phone or respond to messages we would have waited for her approval. Not hearing from her must mean it was okay. Right? This time Mal wanted bangs. I did a pretty good job.  However, I used it as an opportunity to ask her to pose for me. LOL! Here are the shots. I am always surprised at how much the girls change from one shot to the next.


Mallory is at that stage were kids are not sure of themselves. Whether they think of themselves as cute or not, usually depends on what their peers tell them. It’s an awkward stage. They haven’t found their voice yet and they aren’t  quite a teenager and not quite a little kid anymore.

We all remember that time in our life where we were dealing with all the stuff that makes being a pre-teen in middle school so much fun.

Mallory looks so pretty in these shots but I bet she wouldn’t agree with me. I am sure she probably is looking up to girl friends who are beginning to be noticed by boys right now.

She made a comment to me that some silly boy said she reminded him of a pelican because her jaw is large. Creepy Kid!


She said she laughed, but I know it probably made her feel bad.


My dear little Mallory, those poor fools may get attention now, but later on in life, things change. The only hearts they may get are ones that are full of poop!


Ha Ha, honestly  this is an image of a critter poopy smeared into a heart on the road. I came upon it as we were walking up the road to see the horses. I believe the Universal source of all, A.K.A. G-d, is always talking to me by sending me signs,  She knows I am not the “on her knees praying type of woman.” So she puts creative little messages around for me to find. LOL! This one says there is positivity in everything, even poop!” I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a photo of it. After all who would believe me?  But you betcha that boy who said my little darling reminds him of a pelican is gonna get a message from Ms. Universe himself!

I hope Mallory understands that little girls like her, aren’t meant for boys who are easily attracted by just any pretty face. She is meant for someone who will always make her feel like she is a queen and treat her that way too. In the meantime, she has a lot of learning and exploring to do that does not involve silly boys and pretty faced girl friends. She’s got to rock the bass, beat the drums and then there are horses to ride!

Girl meets horse!

The lakeside neighborhood horses,

Growing up so quickly, weren’t you just born yesterday?

She is so much like her mother.

I wonder how we never realize how cute we are while we are cute. LOL!




Ice Cream and Snakes


I remember growing up in Tampa, often on weekends several of us kids in my neighborhood spent a lot of unstructured time just playing and exploring. We road our bikes to each others houses and then road together up to Macfarlane Park. We spent hours there riding bikes, running up the hill and rolling down he hill or swinging and day dreaming. We took swimming lessons at the community pool. We watched little league games at the ball park. We would ride back to one of our homes and grab lunch then hit the wooded area behind the Postmen’s Hall on Cypress. There we spent time pretending we were tarzan or pirates. We had a rope tied to a tree and would swing on it across a ditch. Pieces of cast off wood from some construction dumped in an empty lot became our swords.

DSC_3175When the sun began to go down, we would each make our way home for dinner, a bath and to hear the stories the adults told. There was no air conditioning, no color t.v., and the phone was connected to a party line. This meant that several blocks of homes shared the line. When you picked up the phone, you listened in on someone’s conversation. Front porches were a gathering place to relax and unwind before going to bed. The mosquito man would pass by spraying a cloud of poison. The kids would chase after the mosquito truck and played in the poison. Yes, and our parents’ let us. Sometimes when the cousins came to visit and the adults were busy talking, playing dominoes, and drinking, the kids got to stay up late in the backyard playing. This was a fun time and although far from ideal, that time spent just being kids was so important. Our imaginations just ran wild taking us to all sorts of imaginary places.DSC_3215

This weekend I enjoyed watching my 9 year old grand daughter Ella, and her friends running all over the lakeside, up the streets to her friends house, back with additional kids, in and out of the boat, yelping in glee over something they found, or shrieking when they found a snake. DSC_3271They were mesmerized by a hairy caterpillar, and thought it was awesome to find discarded snake skin near the king snake nest by the edge of the lake. Ella’s friend came to wake her up at 9:30 a.m. and by 10 a.m. they were out the door and only came back inside to eat lunch, then they were gone again. At 6 p.m. I walked up two houses to retrieve Ella, and found the kids playing football in the neighbors house, and doing a summersault competition. What fun!