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As I wandered the Sheboygan, Wisconsin riverfront, I took some experimental shots with the fisheye setting of my Canon. It was very different than shooting with my GoPro, and I have to say I liked most of the results. I look forward to further outings with this new approach.
This is one of the ropes that secures a commercial fishing boat to a riverfront dock.
This rope has about 4 knots like this in it and is hanging in a neighbours tree down the road. Not sure what its purpose is really..it just hangs there..
I just found out that the movie "Nacho Libre" is loosely based on the story of Fray Tormenta ("Friar Storm"), aka Rev. Sergio Gutierrez Benitez, a real-life Mexican Catholic priest who had a 23-year career as a masked luchador. He competed in order to support the orphanage he directed...you learn something new everyday!
My poor faerie mate has not been eating well. The stress gremlins stole the appetite right from her soul. Now on the turning point of regaining happiness, I find her a bit shrunken, but still beautiful. We decided to do a small series of shots accentuating her bones, and sharing the sadness before she fluffs back to normal.
Okay, here is a story! I took my son to get some fabric today for a class he has to make a pillow for (Teen Living) and while there, I of course had the little one who I am watching. I told the woman who was helping us that I was watching this little one and do you know what she said?
IS THIS YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER?
OMG! I think I would rather have been asked if I were pregnant! This year is the big 4 0 for me so her saying that just made me feel like I was one more step closer to the grave than I was before.
Of course, I was very courteous and told her she was "dating" me and that I certainly wasn't the grandmother! But in a nice way of course. I could tell she knew she stuck her foot in her mouth, as I have done before, so I didn't want her to feel any worse! She tried to backpeddle by saying that some older women "age better". I really stopped really "listening" at the part where she called me Grandmother!
I have called my hair dresser for a color and I'm going to the store and buy the most expensive face cream I can find and do something about all these wrinkles! ARGH!
Time - hes waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy
-David Bowie
A slightly ragged Painted Lady from last year. I did not see one this year - they migrate north and I reckon they heard about our weather this year and stayed home!!!
Been spotching through my archives (lot of dust and a curled up cheese sandwich) and came across this rope stuff. :)
As summer starts to wind down the flowers in the garden are thinning out... Some of those remaining seam to be frayed and worn and sadly their days are numbered....
It is said that for every hundred feet you ascend in altitude, you travel one degree of latitude further north meteorolgically. Thus, someone living on the uplands of southern England ...Dartmoor say... has the same climate as someone living at sea level in Inverness. I have a similar theory. Fray's Law states that for every 100 miles you travel away from London, you go back five years in time. It's obvious really; fashionable ideas take a while to reach out into the provinces. It's not an infallible law and large provincial cities are often not far behind the capital. Motorways and fast transport links tend to spread metropolitan notions to places in their hinterland. But by and large it is true, and sun dried tomatoes reach Braintree while Llanelli is still coming to terms with processed peas.
For any person of fastidious tastes the 1970s were a time of hardship and bereavement. Let us take one tiny example: bus liveries. Well into the 1960s buses were painted in dignified and noble colours ...rich dark reds predominated in the towns, whilst in the country the handsome green of the Tilling group was king. Cream bands, lined with black, were used as a foil. The "fleetname" of the operator was applied in seemly gilt letters, and heraldic emblazonry brought distinction to the streets of those places where bus services were provided by the municipality.
Then the 1970s arrived. Out went seemliness and restraint. In came "brighter" ...i.e. garish... colours in hideous mis-matches. Cardiff went orange, Newcastle yellow and Sheffield an unprepossessing brown, like over-milked tea. The Tilling and BET groups were merged as the National Bus Company (not even "Omnibus"!) and a particularly uninspired livery was imposed, in either its red or green variants, everywhere from Berwick-on-Tweed to Penzance.
But remember Fray's Law. The new fashion in liveries took ten years to reach Scotland where, especially in the paint shops of the Scottish Bus Group, a palette of dignified hues continued in use. In a further proof of Fray's Law, Scottish bus operators tended to order well-proven models right up to the end of their production life, so that they had more old-fashioned fleets than modernity-crazed operators in the south.
Glasgow, when I first went there in 1976, had an almost post-war bleakness and decrepitude which I found absolutely delightful ...just like going back to English cities of the 1950s. Fray's Law again! In the photograph we see a Bristol FSF Lodekka in the colours of the Central SMT company emerging from Glasgow's wonderfully seedy Dundas Street Bus Station on a gloomy autumn afternoon, with its tungsten-bulb interior lights glimmering dimly. The colour scheme was at least ten years out of date by English standards. Monday 18th October 1976.