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Welcome to my World!

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Cotton Trailer

John C. McCornack
Yukon, Oklahoma

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John, your pictures are so beautiful and brings so much joy when I open your mail. :) I have heard the old saying about being born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but John my friend you were born with a camera in your hands. :) Thanks for sharing so much beauty. :) ... M.L.

Dream

Page Airport

Cotton

Cotton Trailer

Working in a cotton field all day long.
Picking and a singing a happy tune
Had to pick that cotton 'fore the rain did fall
And pack it in the trailer at hand

Oh, we started at sunrise and picked till noon
Then we took our break and sang more tunes
If we picked and sang time went real fast
Yes, we had to get them bolls plucked clean

Standing near the trailer was a lot of fun
Watching men heave those sacks
And to have one say, Son, a job well done
Was a lot of confidence won

Well, the time has passed and it ain't no more
Picking side by side in them fields
No more happy tunes sang as pickers roll
Through the paths as more crops yield

With today's fast pace we're missing out
On the closeness of the land...
While the trailers still stand in the fields to take
The cotton, it is missing the man...

ImAuthor4U © 1999

hay

Hay Field

You know.. it is amazing that your eye always catches the very essence of life. What would we do without the things from the great earth? Every thing that sustains us comes from (and returns to that soil). Hay, to feed our food... Hum...cotton to clothe us. And yes, even the flowers and weeds to feed our spirit. Your great earth you photograph along with the beauty of the sky gives any soul a lift. Thank you John, for sharing your wonderful world and letting us know there is beauty in the smallest seed. Peace and light ... J

Wheat

Nothing like the Darkness

There is nothing like the darkness
To set the stage for beauty
The sunsets and sunrises
Are simply nature’s duty

And they show up very brightly
When darkness is the backdrop
It truly stuns the senses
You have to just plain stop

And enjoy the colorful scene
And while you are standing there
Nature has other things
In the darkness it wants to share

A simple wild thistle stands
It’s purple blossom bright
Makes you feel that everything
On this day will be alright

Wild grasses wave in the breeze
As the day ends or a new one begins
We must stop and enjoy the darkness
And the beauty that it sends!

Marilyn Lott © 2008 - 288

Weeds

The Beautiful Thistle.

Collected and played with the flowers of this weed many times. We would take that pink flower and make a brush for our face powder or a shaving brush for Dad. So soft and pretty in front of that sunset. You make it even more special. The memories of youth on a stroll in the fields. ... R.

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Grass

Tall Grasses

Morning John Yes, the sunsets are lacking some of the vibrant color of your usual photographs...yet these denote something more than just the objects being photographed. The cotton trailer looks so forlorn...it is late summer or into the fall, the wispy pink and blue clouds above the actual sunset shows that another season has just ended and a new one beginning. The weeds taken in the mixture of the setting sun and the flash of your camera is very unusual...it gives different hues of pink and blue against the background of dead grass...We couldn't call them the last rose of summer...they are not roses, but belong in God's scheme of things. Even the tall grasses going to seed, show God's preparation to ensure a new generation to come in the next year. I found it was easier to look at these and view the meaning of what you were seeing than some of the glorious pictures on your other sites. These were subtle and delicate...crying out to be looked at. ... C

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Rodney Dangerfield's classic one-liners

"I tell ya I get no respect from anyone. I bought a cemetery plot. The guy said, 'There goes the neighborhood!'"

"When I was born, I was so ugly that the doctor slapped my mother."

"When I started in show business, I played one club that was so far out, my act was reviewed in Field and Stream."

"Every time I get in an elevator, the operator says the same thing to me: 'Basement?'"

"When my parents got divorced, there was a custody fight over me... and no one showed up."

"I never got girls when I was a kid. One girl told me, 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. There was nobody home."

"When I was 3 years old, my parents got a dog. I was jealous of the dog, so they got rid of me."

"When we got married, the first thing my wife did was put everything under both names - hers and her mother's."

"With my wife, I don't get no respect. The other night there was a knock on the front door. My wife told me to hide in the closet."

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I love when the rain comes pouring down
And afterward the sun comes out

And when a rainbow appears
You will hear me give a mighty shout.

M. I. Lusby
6-28-11

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Memories of the good times
John thinking about a sunset

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School related experiences in Italy by Mary

June 8, 2013 Saturday

I officially love Venice! I love it so much that a few more exclamation marks are in order. It's too bad that that is obnoxious. We were actually able to sleep eight hours last night. This hotel bed isn’t very comfortable, but it is cold so it helps me sleep. Faiths white noise app also really helps. After having a light breakfast including a croissant stuffed with jam, so set off to the water taxis. The taxi rides were the best part of my day. The back row of seats is open so we stood up while we sailed the canals and open water. The breeze was amazing as were the views. The only downside was that water spilled on us from out of nowhere (literally) at the beginning. On the trip back the taxi drivers seemed to be racing each other swerving around making it even more enjoyable.

We first visited the island of Morona to watch a glass blowing demonstration. First one guy made a glass curvy plate. Then another guy made a glass horse the size of my hand. I can’t believe he did all of the sculpting in about a minute. They also had a large shop full of handmade glass. One huge chandelier cost 150,000 euros. They also had many smaller pieces. I bought a horse like the one demonstrated to give to Taylor. I also bought a small elephant for grandpa, grapes for Aunt Leta, and a globe for me.

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After that we traveled to an island starting with Burono. It was a colorful island. Each house was painted a bright color. It was such a cute and charming town. We ate dinner and actually had over an hour for lunch. I had spaghetti for the first time in Italy. It was good and cheap. There were also water bottles across the street for only, 50 euros. That's so cheap. The island was fun to run around. We went down random back allies and even ran into a friendly cat I was able to pet. It was sooo cute.

Once we were back, we had a surprise visit to the church. This was bad because this church actually enforced a no short shorts or exposed shoulders rule. I fortunately had a cover up jacket for my shoulders. Some of my classmates weren’t as lucky. They were given orange cloth to wrap around their selves. It looked really funny. The only remarkable things were the large bronze horse statues and the balcony view of the piazza we visited earlier. Then we had a brisk walk to the hotel.

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After that we were free to roam. I went with a few people to fresh fruit stands. The strawberries here are delicious. Then we went back to the hotel and no one came back down, so I wandered the streets alone. I first went to the location of cheap scarves. I've discovered that the best deals are found in sketchy alleyways. These stores are legit, but they charge far less because they aren’t in a prime location. I think the woman selling things thought I was Italian because she spoke to me and gestured towards another area of scarves. I replied with si, si and looked over there. When I left I said caio. Throughout the trip I didn’t speak English so maybe she thought I wasn’t American at the very least.

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After that I wondered the streets of Venice looking for obscure gellaterias. They always have the best food. I actually ended up wandering back to where we were sorta lost yesterday. It was quite enjoyable. After that I returned to the room and ate inexpensive pizza around 8:00 pm. Now I just want to sleep.

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Thanks for spending a little time in my world!

John McCornack

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Christmas Stockings

More beautiful photos. I never tire of the pictures of the sky, but there is something nostalgic about that photo of the cotton trailer. Oh, I long to go back to those fields. I would loved to have had my children have that wonderful experience. <G>

I certainly agree with the lady on this page, saying you were born with a camera in your hand, your pictures are so beauitiful, I enjoy every one of them, and the sunsets are so outstanding, gorgeous

By the time I was old enough to enjoy walking through the fields with my grandfather, cotton was no longer the main crop of most farmers in Virginia. The first time I saw it growing in a field was on a trip to Atlanta. I was amazed! I have stockings (actually long socks) that I grandmother knitted after she picked, carded, and spun the cotton. I put bells around the top -- and my children used them for Christmas stockings for almost ten years. Now, they have a special spot in my curio cabinet.

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A Simple Redneck Poem

Dandelions

Bubba was in the fields early picking cotton
He didn’t want any bolls getting rotten.