Last year at this time, I took photos of our annual Balloonfest participants, moving gracefully across the morning sky above my house. They were completely silent, save for the flame jets they needed to release every once in awhile to maintain lift. (The sound drove Rousseau nuts. ACK.) Anyway, it was a lovely sight. Maybe I’ll see some more this morning.
This year, I caught the balloons on film as they passed in the early evening last night. They came so close, it looked like they might tangle in power lines or land on someone’s rooftop. It was fun to watch. (Rousseau still hated it.)
Some pretty pictures:
I hope your weekend starts off lovely as well. Time for the coffee. That’s the ticket.
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Last week I caught the premiere of “Hot in Cleveland.”
Last night, the Thriller and I watched the premiere of “The Gates.” Now I might like this one, I think.
McCartney got the
I will be curious to find some answers, or at least read the blog rants about the lack thereof. The Thriller and I never watched a single episode of Lost until the final season. And we pretty much got caught up on lots of details, thanks mostly to the “pop-up video” help on the bottom of the screen at various times during the year. I enjoyed the show.