Well, I have nothing today that I wish to write about, so I will share some photography instead. Now, my talent is in landscapes, but I will just tool around sometimes and see what else I can come up with. These are by no means my best work but it's just what I could get at quick, to post. I do love the B-n-W of LuLu though.

So!

This shot is inside an old tunnel for our road at the far end of the hollow. It has a creek that runs through it and it's falling apart. We try not to use it too much!


These next two were taken in May while we vacationed in Destin, Fl.

Seaweed...


Erosion fence...


Here's LuLu...


and lastly, just for fun.... here's a pic of me and LuLu taken just last night. She totally has my heart.

I have been told by many people over the years that I have an interesting accent to my voice....

I have spent my whole life living in just 3 states, Georgia, Texas, and now Alabama. I have always gotten alot of compliments on my voice and my speaking skills.

Prob is, nobody can pin me down. Folks from the north seem to love what some have called a "mellow southern drawl. Not too thick, but with just enough smoothness to make it fun to listen to.... that's what my northern and Canadian friends say, anyway. Now, my southern friends say I don't have a southern accent much at all and they can't figure out where the hell I'm from. Secret's brother asked me the first time I met him if I was from Boston(!). I have been told I sound Californian, mid south, and some just say I sound like I am from everywhere and nowhere at all, really.

I don't know.

I have found myself downshifting into a slower southern accent in the last year or so, because I rarely speak with anyone around here that doesn't carry a rather thick deep south accent in conversations.

Just to confuse things, I can speak in a lot of different voices too. I have my "business voice" which is my most coherent and eloquent. That's where I use those big "college words" as they say and I will slow down my speaking just slightly to make a stronger point. I also have a very deep cartoonish southern accent that I will just slip into for an afternoon or so just to have some fun.

Hell, I don't know WHAT my voice sounds like really.

Secret seems to think it has an effeminate quality at times but I don't see that. It's more that I will go HIGH on occasion to make an emphasis or something and I guess that's where she got that. I once made the mistake of going to the high "Oh, I recognize you!" voice when Secret's older daughter had some friends over and they all asked her daughter if I was gay. NOT that there's anything wrong with that of course! I just don't happen to be gay.

So, language wise, I guess I am just a mutt.

Works for me though.



Keep people guessing at all times! Don't let just anyone totally figure out who you really are so as to be able to make a judgment and it gives you the advantage in dealing with the public. Don't do that to friends and family because that becomes a beating to those that love you. Inner circle people tell me "Just be YOURSELF FOR ONCE! Who ARE you???" and I reply in whatever accent I choose "I'LL let YOU know, when I KNOW!"

Hi.

Ok. So, some of you might have figured out by now that I'm a little different in how my brain processes things, and that I'm a bit moody and random?

Well, let me invite you into the Randy Brain for what goes on for an average ten minutes or so.

It's easy.

Just read from left to right as you step inside the Randy Head...



Ok. You are done.

Now go lay down on the floor in the fetal position while "Milli Vanilli" or "John Denver" is cranked up to 11 and you will be better in half an hour or so.

Thanks for dropping by!

I can't breathe in these woods anymore
Can't see the forest for the trees
The open places of my past
now seem to be no more....

than blurry visions
and dusty memories
of the wide open prairie
stretching as far as I could see

I haven't seen a sunset in years
this sweet green Eden
has dissolved into tears

The peace of the woodlands has become a dark dream
A place for my terrors to lurk, so close, yet unseen

The high windy grasslands are calling my name
lose myself in the red rolling plains
lost in the open
nothing unseen
The dry clean air
Oh, just to breathe!

If only to run through the desert again!
drink sweet nectar from a cactus
lift my hands to God
and then....

I'll return to these piney hills
that now are my home
healed by my pilgrimage
my time to be alone

Free of my anger and cleansed of my sin
bring the sweetest flower in the garden
to you....

and be home again.

"Untitled", Copyright; 2006; Scott Scarborough

I just wanted to jump in here and quickly thank everyone for their love, support, and wonderful advice during our big crisis last week. Thank you for all the comments, emails, texts, and calls. I am so blessed to have such an extended loving family out in the world. I apologize to anyone who I wasn't able to get back to on Private messages and whatnot. I was just overwhelmed and couldn't handle it all. But I read and embraced everything that was sent to me.

You all made the difference and helped me to keep perspective and faith. Actually I was amazed at hearing from friends of mine that I didn't even realize read my blog.

And a big thank you to the lovely Secret for her love and neverending patience. You know how much I love and adore you and I want you and your children to be happy. I can never be fully content and happy until that takes place.

I am rebounding nicely this week and am actually quite peaceful considering everything.

With much love and affection to all,

Randy