The Forbidden Fruit ~ Holiday Torture!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GLTzbYi9FjqKrPP0H1gFFQl11n6Aby07aXW_rKV4rLinTc3x-dPwCbxxJWs-l9m52klf425ZU3a7WUhIulocRZ-g6cYUesvO0PHWRQGSHlygBcK35ST7WBsEdUjc0DPeEp5FNWuJpekH/s1600/mosaic3bc124d5dcba0f072d33906bbc6acdeaa0e0030f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GLTzbYi9FjqKrPP0H1gFFQl11n6Aby07aXW_rKV4rLinTc3x-dPwCbxxJWs-l9m52klf425ZU3a7WUhIulocRZ-g6cYUesvO0PHWRQGSHlygBcK35ST7WBsEdUjc0DPeEp5FNWuJpekH/s640/mosaic3bc124d5dcba0f072d33906bbc6acdeaa0e0030f.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>For those of us who are valiantly trying to and desperately need to lose weight, the Holidays can be particularly Torturous!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWo7US_UUVLVnRl-zJ2FlA1glAxWSvtGAtAGmMKUSozJbBMpR4hZ2EUPw7WUH3mtBiNzwzK6KaZnempp89RxjdTrlpxNuk6c_t3zimPwEA0hd3nfRev_Zq-j5w2hCEwE254yAuOgKnLDA/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWo7US_UUVLVnRl-zJ2FlA1glAxWSvtGAtAGmMKUSozJbBMpR4hZ2EUPw7WUH3mtBiNzwzK6KaZnempp89RxjdTrlpxNuk6c_t3zimPwEA0hd3nfRev_Zq-j5w2hCEwE254yAuOgKnLDA/s640/116.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>All kinds of Forbidden Fruit abound and Food Pushers are everywhere!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSVg2I4qV3-U9tgj0EVnvN4AP3_znXsf5VmJm3MPyHXLRCkObmULnZaOENRp-vGi4Sxmq71e0ijbhdwZu1ODsuXi-kr9Ss6EvuWJV4jO-HwKA5nvsvRP988M-sYGJ4c0Jo-MKNzrxjpaZc/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSVg2I4qV3-U9tgj0EVnvN4AP3_znXsf5VmJm3MPyHXLRCkObmULnZaOENRp-vGi4Sxmq71e0ijbhdwZu1ODsuXi-kr9Ss6EvuWJV4jO-HwKA5nvsvRP988M-sYGJ4c0Jo-MKNzrxjpaZc/s640/117.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>To a Food Junkie a Food Pusher is particularly dangerous because it doesn't take much prompting to weaken our resistance & resolve to pass on something delish that you have made and want us to at least Sample!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif4vREmL6h1crg8dWotFy5QuyLeqa6kJNkMN1kx4J8DhouAsQ1fGmWx72_QfqkqMdnRTrL_OvXYOgFNJuh3cRMva6X-_zajy0t6bYq1pbT32hRfRICp0xeeCO7-eW_bwLU3a9C255zE0x/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif4vREmL6h1crg8dWotFy5QuyLeqa6kJNkMN1kx4J8DhouAsQ1fGmWx72_QfqkqMdnRTrL_OvXYOgFNJuh3cRMva6X-_zajy0t6bYq1pbT32hRfRICp0xeeCO7-eW_bwLU3a9C255zE0x/s640/097.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And if we've known you any length of Time then we're well aware of either:</em></div><div align="center"><em>a:  You're a fantastic Cook or Chef so it will taste absolutely Divine so we're already drooling!</em></div><div align="center"><em>b: You might not be but you know the best places to buy the Divine when it comes to Food... and there it sits, right in front of us as we try to Resist all Temptation & your abundant Generosity with it... so you're beginning to look like the devil I must tell you!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">  </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcfMIMJBP5nlk87iU18XLK8Y1f8354TSSj4k_EAWebX4g-VGXe59hbxK9Lj1-3XrTeceughDspBcF8vFLJ3y5jY5OOk0ulA51_0Kd6nFVbcmy_TtcWYO0GAWqAfz0_rHBJBRiv3TYy7Fj/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcfMIMJBP5nlk87iU18XLK8Y1f8354TSSj4k_EAWebX4g-VGXe59hbxK9Lj1-3XrTeceughDspBcF8vFLJ3y5jY5OOk0ulA51_0Kd6nFVbcmy_TtcWYO0GAWqAfz0_rHBJBRiv3TYy7Fj/s640/096.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And so when I Politely Decline because I'm the heaviest I've ever been in my entire Life... you have no Idea how much restraint and willpower that is actually taking for me to say No Thank You!  So if you Insist and I don't wanna hurt your Feelings... Okay, so your Feelings aren't really all that I'm thinking about... in fact, I probably don't even care about your Feelings at this point, who are we kidding here Bwahaha... just know that you're contributing to my Delinquency and a possible early demise as I continue to balloon in girth like a beached Whale!  *Le Sigh*  And if you're a Skinny Hostess, well, I don't even expect you to have a point of reference & understand my utterMisery & absolute Jealousy that you can eat it and I shouldn't! *Sob* </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQObKLSN2Q2ccHVqO-XOOpbzWFadND0SFE8fIiuS3t8jrpAzZ4uwiIG7NY-1uJawSzHuYBAeRJdStZ6xWJeTK-19Bt3V848HP8ZYqemTndXmG8HFY8socNgpeOzw2jx_8QoJoVDDZHRGA/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQObKLSN2Q2ccHVqO-XOOpbzWFadND0SFE8fIiuS3t8jrpAzZ4uwiIG7NY-1uJawSzHuYBAeRJdStZ6xWJeTK-19Bt3V848HP8ZYqemTndXmG8HFY8socNgpeOzw2jx_8QoJoVDDZHRGA/s640/094.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it's not as if I can Deprive the entire Family of these Delights here on the Homefront either... NONE of them has a weight problem, they're all a perfectly Healthy size & can eat anything... just like I used to be before the Hysterectomy & Menopause!  *Grrrrrrr... and they wonder why Menopausal Spayed Women are Moody & Angry! LOL*  In fact, The Man and The Son have recently lost so much weight that I'm Green with Envy at how quickly & effortless it seems to be when you're a Guy to drop those pesky pounds and get into Shape!!!  And when my Doc says Chronic Stress could be contributing to my weight gain, well, unless I run away from Home I'm doomed it seems!!!?!??! </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_0h6KENYTIRMm9dr_oNpe3mHmRk-Odi9ekyA0Ga-C4XVyHxzdysL3rn82pWDSLLfJBZ7UIv6eI9CNT4FeL6aVGVlRm8Z38W5EhmYPMYytoebqIe9wa4tufFoBT28rzJGPhiOS21G6F8o/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_0h6KENYTIRMm9dr_oNpe3mHmRk-Odi9ekyA0Ga-C4XVyHxzdysL3rn82pWDSLLfJBZ7UIv6eI9CNT4FeL6aVGVlRm8Z38W5EhmYPMYytoebqIe9wa4tufFoBT28rzJGPhiOS21G6F8o/s640/118.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And because everyone knows this is the Season to Haunt, Torment & Torture those of us trying to lose weight, or at least not gain any... there are a multitude of trite suggestions on how best to do it.  This Morning on the Radio I heard a Real Humdinger:</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"If you want to Successfully lose weight and <u>feel full</u>, just Imagine that you've eaten a big Meal."</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Okay... I put that Theory to the Test... and you know what Imagining having eaten a big Meal made me <u>feel</u>?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em><strong>HUNGRY!!!</strong></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Another ridiculous Urban Myth bites the dust...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Merry Christmas from the Arizona Desert... Where unfortunately Imagining Food isn't making me Feel Full... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

The Forbidden Fruit ~ Holiday Torture!

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A Casualty Of Time And Neglect Revisited ~ Sort Of

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4HY8lBX4zfGo5uUC5MoQ9jcS4-3o-IkUs-Q51Nmy2PudxHcef_7TnzpHMN8w20nmCK1nIt291tz1-4fgUcd-OqJwm6qbMmxgt_bRMkF_dmXSh4XfCTrKad4kM9gb4Xt5zlosMcEGW56t/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4HY8lBX4zfGo5uUC5MoQ9jcS4-3o-IkUs-Q51Nmy2PudxHcef_7TnzpHMN8w20nmCK1nIt291tz1-4fgUcd-OqJwm6qbMmxgt_bRMkF_dmXSh4XfCTrKad4kM9gb4Xt5zlosMcEGW56t/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Back in late 2010 I took you to one of the last bastions of West Side Historic Ruins in my area... which had been an Original part of Wildlife World Zoo I came to find out later.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLzm3zcWT0nLvEiIdMoXXWsCTknJH0vI0v6ijH21fsXl9P7emlw75n9lMMch93WFcYkRNGgNt-NTlOG5CmrpUq3BUEPat2RxUJLtD9D-wEaT9AMwOQw99cHamTmhov_YWvWX4RQCt4OoT/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLzm3zcWT0nLvEiIdMoXXWsCTknJH0vI0v6ijH21fsXl9P7emlw75n9lMMch93WFcYkRNGgNt-NTlOG5CmrpUq3BUEPat2RxUJLtD9D-wEaT9AMwOQw99cHamTmhov_YWvWX4RQCt4OoT/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>The current Zoo now sits on Acreage to the East of this Original Property and a Modern Freeway Bypass runs beside it.  I have driven past this large Acreage of Interesting Ruins for well over 35 years now and it always fascinated me.  It used to be out in the boondocks when I first moved to the Valley in the early 70's.  And it remained in the boondocks for a couple of decades afterwards.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieFsFU5IxyeNFhtwHQAh_5dyKTE-hn9b4EJK3H8fmXSLMFltD6ZxM7YuowVM9dmkS56p5KsPfxDWb9F53VfZHGbfNrHN9AlcdX4Z27LrbBIcogXIcac3Wk2WSa3741sPcEVHFVNaYGd5o/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieFsFU5IxyeNFhtwHQAh_5dyKTE-hn9b4EJK3H8fmXSLMFltD6ZxM7YuowVM9dmkS56p5KsPfxDWb9F53VfZHGbfNrHN9AlcdX4Z27LrbBIcogXIcac3Wk2WSa3741sPcEVHFVNaYGd5o/s640/010.JPG" width="574" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><em>And I'd always felt compelled to Photograph it, but until late 2010 I didn't have a sudden sense of Urgency about doing it.  But given the rapid encroachment of infrastructures, subdivisions, Commercial and Industrial properties sprawling out across the Westside now and consuming the Desert, Agricultural areas and once remote Historic sites and Ruins, I felt it was Time, before it was too late. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY67Seyjoh11W3rgUqHLBTfzry_GnfBVnGiMk85PvS73Po88v76aNN9-peT4sOLpbsM-GKB6cGFNuJQ1sMrae_s5na1bKJ1EiFX9ZyVwr_yDUcrJQX50OqFVR6Pvz7xyDWLHrihpynNnV/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY67Seyjoh11W3rgUqHLBTfzry_GnfBVnGiMk85PvS73Po88v76aNN9-peT4sOLpbsM-GKB6cGFNuJQ1sMrae_s5na1bKJ1EiFX9ZyVwr_yDUcrJQX50OqFVR6Pvz7xyDWLHrihpynNnV/s640/017.JPG" width="614" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> I Secretly Hoped it would remain untouched and left alone to either to be a ruined bastion & remnant of the Past... or purchased and Restored.  Or at the very least be properly Salvaged when it's Time came to be razed in the name of 'Progress' so that the wonderful Old Wormwood & Architectural Salvage of the Period could at least be Saved. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2QP2pz7xEuEvQvEk71MwFleHZWa60bz74BBEY4Lz57x1j8NByV4q0H6wW5MTLnI-G3eyuMhW7XHqOdX8X5gIFwv7MrPrZIGebe7WpFz01pyDajYAKbhfqT7f2rBqmIaopiRtH0bu4cVN/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2QP2pz7xEuEvQvEk71MwFleHZWa60bz74BBEY4Lz57x1j8NByV4q0H6wW5MTLnI-G3eyuMhW7XHqOdX8X5gIFwv7MrPrZIGebe7WpFz01pyDajYAKbhfqT7f2rBqmIaopiRtH0bu4cVN/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> Or maybe even some of the more sound and Salvageable Structures of it moved to some other location such as Pioneer Village as Historic Monuments.  But I always Hope for such things when I see an Abandoned Historic Property, even if it lays in Ruins.  I just Hate seeing one after another razed and become only a vague Memory in some Old Photograph or someone's recollection.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2psKRFrDNUPw2zsYi0jeSgYnujYNN84pdvvMFeS47U_P_9Gx9ylg1etCwqL3TzeBRtdrOVhahk8XgEx9P9u2PvilyJEM7wd-9Ow5KoUPtyEOeB5Jcjrn_pti56qPAm-h4znTB8mRtfvng/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2psKRFrDNUPw2zsYi0jeSgYnujYNN84pdvvMFeS47U_P_9Gx9ylg1etCwqL3TzeBRtdrOVhahk8XgEx9P9u2PvilyJEM7wd-9Ow5KoUPtyEOeB5Jcjrn_pti56qPAm-h4znTB8mRtfvng/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>And wiped off the face of the Earth as if they had never been... leaving not a Trace... regardless of Historic Significance or Original Grandeur and any lingering Possibilities or Potential for being Saved, Restored and Enjoyed for many more years to come. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCwxYAUEHUzzEoiJ2CWnve727RUIOUCLIGsSmFvXJstX9Qqv_5u-wdxH3ZDDnCk-yC1GicFxnl0ifXC3LWkOPYtBWUsqqYcCJQbC7sx1YBM1HmYuTsPrVcIRknoy2KBdpiInqiVk56Aqc/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCwxYAUEHUzzEoiJ2CWnve727RUIOUCLIGsSmFvXJstX9Qqv_5u-wdxH3ZDDnCk-yC1GicFxnl0ifXC3LWkOPYtBWUsqqYcCJQbC7sx1YBM1HmYuTsPrVcIRknoy2KBdpiInqiVk56Aqc/s640/014.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Sure, there are some past any Hope of that... but that is what was alleged about this Ole' House when the City initially Condemned it and was Jonesin' to raze it before our Purchase.   And we proved that to be an incorrect assumption because we could see past perceived impossibilities with the Vision of Possibilities and a Love for the Property and it's Significance.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfs7pYlUfpusUBasr-UcW-cVdObKg0c4-dEmbvEVmTLgsBwtpHfb0RXzeWG6pjY86RubgUrGRdqxrY-_3vHNU3Dw2hvgVP4AMQgrqs5KSfKMZBpeh-1EF0WzR4QvAX-VsCeDj14Kt57YA/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfs7pYlUfpusUBasr-UcW-cVdObKg0c4-dEmbvEVmTLgsBwtpHfb0RXzeWG6pjY86RubgUrGRdqxrY-_3vHNU3Dw2hvgVP4AMQgrqs5KSfKMZBpeh-1EF0WzR4QvAX-VsCeDj14Kt57YA/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And I'm just sayin' that with too many it's not even Tried... Considered... made an Option... there is too much eagerness or greed to do away with the Old and make way for the New even if there are alternate locations the New could be placed at without all of the Old being compromised & Forever Lost.  The History not properly appreciated or Preserved for Future Generations to Experience and Enjoy.  Because once it's gone... it's gone... and hindsight is 20-20.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtU_xSMi6THTciAhDfZGbpBuYLRN4sF8ac-64njSTEb-wQasbGkkDmMfXMWvvgmKHj71mURj4ox17hDyhNnLg0dMimtrafhQ6bpSE7_pO_Wfo6pkhkB427DPZLPOrjvr6935nXLBnxTGn/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtU_xSMi6THTciAhDfZGbpBuYLRN4sF8ac-64njSTEb-wQasbGkkDmMfXMWvvgmKHj71mURj4ox17hDyhNnLg0dMimtrafhQ6bpSE7_pO_Wfo6pkhkB427DPZLPOrjvr6935nXLBnxTGn/s640/009.JPG" width="612" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And really, do we always need another Freeway, Parking Lot, Expansion of some eyesore or another that blights the Natural Landscape or Erases History?  And sometimes it's not even Necessary... because I've seen things destroyed, be they Natural Elements or Historic Man-Made ones, to make way for... nothing... that's right, sometimes the bulldozers come and just level or cut down everything and then nothing happens with a Future Project... sometimes ever... or at least not for a very long time... so what was the Rush?  A great Mystery that is... at least if something takes the place of what was it makes a bit of sense & has some logic or grandoise Plan behind it.   I think you know where this is all leading don't you?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlolpQdRkEaAGPRBl9hRtBBjATxcVQyZMWbC_qtC2FihdlHKU4XpgwChmFSnhPztsFLd7Vacl6Q4r4LKLVlM_AQf6gHk0ASUYpIvCbcCoSm-DcSgjXJlJjnWIufIZJx9FQAqnpktvhvzN/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlolpQdRkEaAGPRBl9hRtBBjATxcVQyZMWbC_qtC2FihdlHKU4XpgwChmFSnhPztsFLd7Vacl6Q4r4LKLVlM_AQf6gHk0ASUYpIvCbcCoSm-DcSgjXJlJjnWIufIZJx9FQAqnpktvhvzN/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yes, I was probably the last person to Photograph this Historic Ruin before it's Time finally came... early this year in fact.  And quite suddenly... one day it was there... and the next it was just a bulldozed bunch of Acreage beside the Freeway looking now like a strip mined piece of Earth... not a single Tree or Building left standing... and no Salvage efforts whatsoever to Preserve or Save a thing.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFjJxvhFCoCwaljz2RMCsIpDIvU7Ufh9dOw23aETuegd5lo9BkhCE2BhBUaRn8SK3bXYRqDFTW6ZzcUzAsdMQn-RMRHBMGt-_dMBxG5QbcmX3OkornKLOsU56w8O2Mp4tf7b2Nw_AgZcx/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFjJxvhFCoCwaljz2RMCsIpDIvU7Ufh9dOw23aETuegd5lo9BkhCE2BhBUaRn8SK3bXYRqDFTW6ZzcUzAsdMQn-RMRHBMGt-_dMBxG5QbcmX3OkornKLOsU56w8O2Mp4tf7b2Nw_AgZcx/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>   </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And probably not too many people will even notice or miss it or care.  But as for me I will... and as always I felt a mixture of Emotions... of Sad and Mad.  The Man had noticed the demolition first and was almost afraid to tell me because he knows only too well my reaction and Love of Old Places and Ruins and unspoiled Natural Places.  Of how many have been Lost already over the years and how precious few are left... especially in the Rural Areas.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdImkb2Bn2r5cJkmUDha5Vuw4ZnMfBDZ7Np8o4zmPRJUWSdIIV2gxvBE-vionIFJ4VJEr8t8UxuDi5hZggB8XjW3jsraVzfqJQQ9deVlRbPRyGt_i-NXuxItgBnkeS2nNz0qXQIFQjeFu/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdImkb2Bn2r5cJkmUDha5Vuw4ZnMfBDZ7Np8o4zmPRJUWSdIIV2gxvBE-vionIFJ4VJEr8t8UxuDi5hZggB8XjW3jsraVzfqJQQ9deVlRbPRyGt_i-NXuxItgBnkeS2nNz0qXQIFQjeFu/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And of Pristine Desert not yet 'Developed'.  And I'm certain much of the Wildlife is confused about that loss of Habitat since we're hearing more and more of the newely Developed areas having to Endure "Nuisance" critters like Coyote, Bobcats, Javelina and Mountain Lion that are Displaced and yet expected to go... WHERE?   Where ARE they supposed to go or to understand that now People occupy their Territory that has been taken from them?  They no longer have a Home to go to, and so if they linger it is because they simply must try to adapt, improvise and Survive... and yet they're the ones labeled a "Nuisance" and therefore have to be Eliminated if they can't manage to move on or be relocated.  In the Past many Indiginous Peoples suffered the same fate, so why should I be surprised that our Wild and Free Animal Friends aren't being given a fair shake either.  But it makes me Sad and Mad too.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRY0foSt8nfe-FvWHfMpTUJ2Wr-q-lMx8g-Ry1jRLQpGkCiQ9If4yw9Jq-k0NH7VKz9M1iLbyKjFntNI37tlZJNO9tVcWY2_mqUy4_9qQ7YIRZSxb9MHfFE4JS61tWE2TUUqyW0nFeXsb/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRY0foSt8nfe-FvWHfMpTUJ2Wr-q-lMx8g-Ry1jRLQpGkCiQ9If4yw9Jq-k0NH7VKz9M1iLbyKjFntNI37tlZJNO9tVcWY2_mqUy4_9qQ7YIRZSxb9MHfFE4JS61tWE2TUUqyW0nFeXsb/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And no, I'm not an Extremist who is against Change or Progress, Improvements and Development, if it is done in a Balanced way with Good Stewardship and Sensitivity to Nature, who or what was there first and to what is left of the Past.  But so often it's not and I guess that is where my sensitivity to it is heightened and I Feel so conflicted.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhGIenKQeO4hRj4G5ojZh6tmxtGjxFD5wweplQmoW2edryqMwiDMPTTBOpy8IF9aQ4henVs_KwSoNfOZkSeykCDPjsxsppNMJNDm_dGD6BUtWBsQXw7-JANJ0txWBkGyxQIqoAJl5WVRK/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhGIenKQeO4hRj4G5ojZh6tmxtGjxFD5wweplQmoW2edryqMwiDMPTTBOpy8IF9aQ4henVs_KwSoNfOZkSeykCDPjsxsppNMJNDm_dGD6BUtWBsQXw7-JANJ0txWBkGyxQIqoAJl5WVRK/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>When I'm Documenting and Photographing a Ruin I am careful to take only pictures and leave only footprints.  I have been known though to ask a Demolition Crew if I can Salvage something from a site they're in the process of razing and carting everything off to the Landfill though.  But if I don't get the chance there is always that nagging regret that perhaps I should have Salvaged something?  Some small piece of the History so that every speck isn't Lost and discarded like Trash?  Perhaps a Brick... a piece of Old Hardware laying on the ground... especially if nobody cared enough about any of it to Salvage a single thing or let anybody else either!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h48vCqXsrrQCsOumYvj7j7peNoCvt9t_3DS29LN2aIzr_qwd11OY73vGRAAG75gKIHhPsCoWoGGr_95OykOrvs9Yf_NEyeaYf_X5TLprKU1ZWuA7S605U8dhub33bJuDCD8WiEr81zkC/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h48vCqXsrrQCsOumYvj7j7peNoCvt9t_3DS29LN2aIzr_qwd11OY73vGRAAG75gKIHhPsCoWoGGr_95OykOrvs9Yf_NEyeaYf_X5TLprKU1ZWuA7S605U8dhub33bJuDCD8WiEr81zkC/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And now nothing at all is left... not even a stone or living thing... no... nothing is replacing what once was... it's just sat vacant and unimproved... and who knows for how long or what Grand Plan there is to replace the piece of History?  Perhaps the Freeway Bypass will be widened a smidgen on the East Side where this once stood... even though the West Side of the Freeway Bypass had absolutely nothing and could have been widened without disturbing anything?  Maybe they'll build something eventually or make a huge Parking Lot?  Or maybe it will just sit for years "as is"... a testament of Man's impatience, greed and inability to just leave some things "Be".  I'm sure multitudes will disagree with my viewpoint because if multitudes agreed perhaps less would be Lost... perhaps... I don't know... but I do Care.  Because it Grieves me deeply for reasons I don't entirely even understand myself.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixftswlFnYMAaqZP2U9xgJdn9aA56e9SdsPCnbzEswt3lINrZcXl0hHactjjI3JcHNxEhXWrcS-bFupkrBO-QsovTOjfzv899MygmoADK_dumDMtS4pNEw_cY5BXW0BwcbI5OJvlhG7yNk/s1600/Carnylmcbannerparty3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixftswlFnYMAaqZP2U9xgJdn9aA56e9SdsPCnbzEswt3lINrZcXl0hHactjjI3JcHNxEhXWrcS-bFupkrBO-QsovTOjfzv899MygmoADK_dumDMtS4pNEw_cY5BXW0BwcbI5OJvlhG7yNk/s640/Carnylmcbannerparty3.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP-TWX5zyHBH0H8dTGZnFEgbf8e10MPsr33QnTZY4yWtjUupUAmowncA3Ewy3Tz-ws-jshOp4uw4-_NKmZYXOS9f27qtLgrjIr1HYM1hODcO9m6JXaEhKB15h_v7PqfbpbD9kGMEVzmPm/s1600/Carny0c2194fe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP-TWX5zyHBH0H8dTGZnFEgbf8e10MPsr33QnTZY4yWtjUupUAmowncA3Ewy3Tz-ws-jshOp4uw4-_NKmZYXOS9f27qtLgrjIr1HYM1hODcO9m6JXaEhKB15h_v7PqfbpbD9kGMEVzmPm/s400/Carny0c2194fe.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">This is it Carnival Lovers and Freaks! Carnival Week starts today and we're counting down to the Big Party Hosted by Anna & Marfi. We're still getting last minute sign ups so if you think you can get a Party Post together by the end of the week you're welcome to join in the fun.  I have provided a Linky Button on my Sidebar that will take you directly to the Party... just click for your Admission!  I can't think of too many things that rival a good Carnival for a Festive Atmosphere and Fun that brings out the Inner Child in each of us!  I mean, who doesn't Enjoy winning those Cheezy Carny Prizes, huh?! *Winks*  </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... 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A Casualty Of Time And Neglect Revisited ~ Sort Of

    Back in late 2010 I took you to one of the last bastions of West Side Historic Ruins in my area... which had been an Original part of Wi...

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I'm Not Good With Good-Byes

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBtCKTJJ6cLtJj8V-J_KUsDyCyAhUEVJyy3WH0wUFOdrvxsCduC64obWk-kFE7Nxfvgaq6Vw_AkMmcpIQV_PooTn9iUO5a4JI4C46hdVsvaN6hn0F-mNg-43emle_yk9qSd6Tdt_Lx6oP/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBtCKTJJ6cLtJj8V-J_KUsDyCyAhUEVJyy3WH0wUFOdrvxsCduC64obWk-kFE7Nxfvgaq6Vw_AkMmcpIQV_PooTn9iUO5a4JI4C46hdVsvaN6hn0F-mNg-43emle_yk9qSd6Tdt_Lx6oP/s640/034.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I'm not good with Good-Byes... I'm horrible at it in fact.  I've had to say Good-Bye in recent years to too many people I Love and have spent a good part of my Life with and share many, many Happy Memories with... and it never gets easier.  I have wonderful Family & Friends you see... and separation from any of them is really, really hard for me.  Especially when you never know when you'll all get to see each other again?  We've been used to being able to see each other often and be an intricate part of each other's lives for many, many years... so there will be a huge void.  Many that began as Friendships moved into the realm of Family... where there was no distinction between blood relatives and those that 'adopted' each other and became True Family in every sense of the word!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZS0QqzO_XF5QEZlIW3sQ-Z_A_j1yWZoxZ7efi5v8YJV-Qby7slMtzVETreRz-WdBWqT9IRItz50dhimTohcZl1udk_M3baOGqtGKx2xy2kugbbZw20ILc3nseKfAsk7xTMzxF9HfMc1C9/s1600/1016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZS0QqzO_XF5QEZlIW3sQ-Z_A_j1yWZoxZ7efi5v8YJV-Qby7slMtzVETreRz-WdBWqT9IRItz50dhimTohcZl1udk_M3baOGqtGKx2xy2kugbbZw20ILc3nseKfAsk7xTMzxF9HfMc1C9/s640/1016.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>  And so here we are again... having to say Good-Bye once more... as three of the Aunties... and their Families... move to Texas next week.  I am Happy for them on the one hand as they strike out on a new Life adventure and I Hope every good thing for them in their new Homes, which I Pray will be as enriching as our years here in Arizona have been.  But I'm also very selfishly sad, which I'm trying to hide as best I can so that they don't feel any worse for having to leave... I don't really want them to go because the missing & separation will be so very painful for us all since I Love them so & they Love us all too.  We have been so used to our closeness... and sharing time together often... watching the Children & G-Kids growing up over the years and doing so much of Life together.  We share so much History... good times and bad times... and we've always been there for each other.  Relationships like that are Priceless and so my Heart is aching.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IW1eYJb8PHMtsPSxTOgE3vqvc4aTwBqnucdvYK0_g44hIKFAN31NtcINWYhmtubSjaCBzIsOhm_uxU-32ZilaB4fMNZ7xbKEHfyxDkigBS4W41fPjFb9YRZ8sacu0jJTZIR-nJkMGlLd/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IW1eYJb8PHMtsPSxTOgE3vqvc4aTwBqnucdvYK0_g44hIKFAN31NtcINWYhmtubSjaCBzIsOhm_uxU-32ZilaB4fMNZ7xbKEHfyxDkigBS4W41fPjFb9YRZ8sacu0jJTZIR-nJkMGlLd/s640/001.JPG" width="584" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So Princess T isn't the only one totally distraught... though she has spent almost every weekend since Birth visiting one or the other Aunty and staying at their homes, being indulged, spoiled and having a big time.  Raising a Grandchild means that someone else has to stand in and do the "Grandparent Spoiling" thing for each of the G-Kid Force and we've been Blessed that all of the Aunties have always done that with the Young Prince R and Princess T.   So it will leave a huge void in her little Life as these are the Aunties she spent her "Special" time with since her Paternal side of the Family live in Mexico.  She is spending her last week at their House right now, before they leave & that time together is bittersweet for them all because they know its the last time while they are here in Arizona. She will miss the little Cousins too... as we had Hoped they might all get to grow up together just like our Children did. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8Exa23yK4R5ip0RutQhQxg40He_1O1X9uiB9By6NsNyWlWVSEaEEYUXqXHg95EmuR4fW3cf34V9fGqcYE7KQuTQPD2ka0u_2RS_HDDyjbukbA8whY58dh8h_YS_7ZGcJ-w_dNtBUR_Vo/s1600/1014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8Exa23yK4R5ip0RutQhQxg40He_1O1X9uiB9By6NsNyWlWVSEaEEYUXqXHg95EmuR4fW3cf34V9fGqcYE7KQuTQPD2ka0u_2RS_HDDyjbukbA8whY58dh8h_YS_7ZGcJ-w_dNtBUR_Vo/s640/1014.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And though we are all Hoping & Planning future Trips back and forth between the two States, the reality is that since neither of the Families has the resources for extensive Travel, it won't be often and a lot of time might elapse before any of us can save up enough for it... we know that... but we're all trying to ignore that unfortunate reality, at least for now.   Years have passed since any of us have been able to visit extended Family in other States and Countries and I fear that this will end up the same way... with Family & Friends flung far and wide... and less and less of them here close by to spend real quality time with where we can do Life together.  And so it is with a Heavy Heart that I will be saying Good-Bye yet again... not knowing when we will actually get the chance to see each other again?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA1Z6czkXVLII80NhGRycfhREMNasw5zKPwmr-CSUlJL4M5Gz8qsFilBorb5Lr5Y3830__aib2qhKfykgZkKkNVIKVnNzfArF6B6kwl0shEP-eOl56ZRVJt8ptym4SPQY5Ft3dru9mnEW/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA1Z6czkXVLII80NhGRycfhREMNasw5zKPwmr-CSUlJL4M5Gz8qsFilBorb5Lr5Y3830__aib2qhKfykgZkKkNVIKVnNzfArF6B6kwl0shEP-eOl56ZRVJt8ptym4SPQY5Ft3dru9mnEW/s640/020.JPG" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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