The Notch

We went to The Notch, to hear our friends, Walt, George and Carl play (Cowboy Camp).

The Notch is a little bar at the edge of the Uintah Mountains near Kamas. The music was

great as usual and I made a set list on a napkin as I hope to learn the songs so I can sing

with them from time to time. A bar fight broke out and there was some shoving around.

Kind of exciting, really. A girl who was poured into her jeans, and very little on top dragged

the worst offender of the men shoving around, and tried to distract him with her sexiness, on the dance floor to no avail. So, the band decided it was time to play a gospel song. I wonder if the

young lady realized she was trying to vamp that unruly man by dancing to a gospel song. It all

was very funny and a songwriter's dream night.

In The Morning Light

In the morning time

you'll still be gone,

and int he morning light,

I'll still be alone.

My desk this morning, after playing guitar and working on my song. I must get to work.

I Heart Fix It Photos

I worked on this photo by, making adjustments with Adobe Elements 9. With tools "Mini Fusion" downloaded on the Internet.
1. I cropped the photo.
2. Made a second layer copy
3. clicked on filter (top tool bar), then blur, then on the drop down
on surface blur, clicked O.K.
4. Select soft focus on the drop down menu in the "layers menu at right".
5.Merge or flatten the image.
6. Select "Mini Fusion/pink cadillac" apply to picture.
7. Use "Mini Fusion/select lighten skin.
8. Merge layers.
9. In black and white image, I used paint brush to add light blue in the eyes, and pink in T shirt and ledge for balance, directing your eye to the model.
Photos property of Amy and Angie, Photo Fix It.
Edited by Anita "Neets" Crane

Here it is March 13, 2012, and, my twin brother is gone. I don't know how I am going to manage without him. We could talk for hours and always be on the same page. Well, sometimes I didn't totally agree, but what the heck it was never important to make a point of it. I look at my cozy dining room and think how normal it all looks, pictures and cupboards I've had for so many years, and they are still there in that room, and where are you. And will probably still be there, after I'm gone. I wonder sometimes if it is all real, or imagined, maybe we just lose the ability to hear and touch, see the things so important to us. Perhaps we could just conjure them up again. Wouldn't that be nice. I miss you Jimmy. Lonely today. The wind is blowing, a storm is coming in. Nothing to do, but missing you.

Sissy