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Original Writings, Images, Video and Artworks of Mike Hartley

Primitive Posting

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I used to post, a long long time ago. Trouble was I would always have trouble reading what I wrote after a while. And you know why? Because they made post it notes smaller. That made my writing even smaller and more difficult to read. And then came BLOG POST. I was saved. I could write as much useless nonsense as my fingers would tolerate.

Post It Salad
Photo by Mike Hartley

Well let me see if I can make good use of words and images today being given such a wonderful opportunity to move beyond the post it note posting.


Hey look, its shark week again. Just kidding, the real shark is my friends super-charged Vette. But I got one of these toys below and for the first time in almost 4 decades that I have a car that sometimes turns heads. Especially in the summertime with the top down. Of course people could be saying what an ugly ass driving that nice car and I’m sure that is possible but most I think are just looking at the car in approval.

Not so Stealth.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Its nothing special. A totally stock 2016 Mazda Miata. Yes I try to keep it clean and shining, but there are a lot of clean cars on the road. This is the first thing I’ve driven since my 74 Camaro that turned heads. And that Chevy wasn’t stock. The only things they have in common is they are both a great shade of Red, both stick shifts and they both turn heads. But they are different. One was a straight line machine and the other only loves corners. One was loud and obnoxious and one is nice and quiet, unless you’re drifting into a corner. One had lots of bling and the other is understated. One sucked gas like it was crack. The other breezes through the miles with ease.

I try not to be a bonehead. If I see people looking at the snowball stand as I wait for the light to change I’ll give a node or smile if I see people looking. One that says yes, I appreciate this toy I’m tooling around in and yes its FUN. While I still love a muscle car, I’m so glad I got a rag-top that I’ll never own another car that isn’t a rag-top.

Yeah sometimes the tunes might be a little loud. But isn’t everyone but me wearing headphones/earphones anyway? At least it seems that way when I’m driving downtown DC. It’s so nice to get into the drive and feel the road and turns, to feel the breeze, to feel the warmth of the sun, or cool mist in the mornings.

Anyway, it’s the best investment I’ve made for myself. It has given me a lot of happiness over the last few years and I’m enjoying driving again like I did as a youth.


Yeah its WET. Just think though, it could be Wet and Cold.

The corner of Main Street and Ellicott Mills Drive in better days.
Photo by Mike Hartley


Random Thoughts of the Day

One of these days! Yeah, tomorrow. Well maybe Friday? Definitely Saturday. But in all likelihood Sunday. I’ll be relaxed.

Trying to save a few dollars for relief for our southern neighbors.

I wonder if I can snap 100 frames a day for a month straight? Hell some days I have trouble taking one. Sounds like a good idea to start that challenge to myself. And if I can keep that up, you won’t have to be subjected to so many of my random rants.

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

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