8/30/15

On a SUMMER DAY…Ophelia Floats Downstream



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This image is much more recent than most that I post. It's from an album I bought at a flea market for a buck. This shot is the reason I bought it. Most of the shots are of teenagers going through their normal angst being goths, punks, and preppies. Overall pretty boring and I've avoided posting any of them because the teens are probably now in their 30s and don't need me exposing their youth. However, this photo is different. It's worth sharing, especially after Mike made mention of Ophelia in relationship to my last post.

8/19/15

On a SUMMER DAY…Betty Floats Into Dreamland


Believe me when I say this is the oddest and most interesting shot you'll ever see of Betty.


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Perhaps she was lying on the grass watching clouds roll by when she suddenly realized the earth was turning and she might fall off.
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8/18/15

On a SUMMER DAY…Main Street Might Be Empty


I'm thinking somewhere in the Midwest and it's HOT. Staying in the shadows is one way to survive until the hopefully cooling breeze of the evening.


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There's a vertical sign that can be seen in the enlarged image that has had a few of us stumped until Mike Brubaker came along to solve the puzzle.
I'm no expert in farming, but I do like Scrabble. The mystery sign is likely advertising "DeLaval Cream Separators", first patented in 1887. One of those useful devices that only dairy farmers pay attention to, while the rest of us wonder whether half-n-half is half good or half bad for our cholesterol.
To read about Gustav de Laval, the inventor of the DeLaval Cream Separator click here.

Thanks Mike!

8/17/15

On A SUMMER DAY…Eat and Get Gas


Summer is nearly gone and I don't feel as if it has made a dent in my brain. There have been very few moments that have jangled the neurons causing my memory folders to open.

Last night, following a day when the back deck registered 111 degrees in the shade, the crickets were nearly screaming. I will admit that for a brief moment I was back in D.C. at an outdoor amphitheater for a Danny Kaye show. I remember the sound of the crickets and the sky full of stars. Danny Kaye sat on the edge of the stage, shirtsleeves rolled up, smoking a cigarette. If you ever saw Danny Kaye in person you'd know how magical the shows were. That particular show is one of my summer memories.

Road trips are also a summer memory, but not this year. There just doesn't seem to be time anymore, especially as I look down the road and wonder how much time I have left. I need to stop looking at the ages of people in the obits.

I'd like to think this shot was taken on a summer vacation. A stop for gas at the Texaco and a bite to eat at the Shady Lawn Lunch Room. Seriously, look at the image larger and you'll see that is indeed the name of the restaurant. I'd give anything to step back in time to visit this roadside treasure.




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Now I'm not sure about that garage attendant. What is he holding in his hand? Puncture a tire while you're in getting something to eat and then sell you a new one? Not implausible. I've known of it happening at a garage in southern California around twenty-five years ago. These days it's hard to find anyone willing to do anything for you at a gas station. Well, except in Oregon where it's illegal for you to fill the tank yourself. Up there you still have to sit and wait for someone else to do it. A throwback to an easier time? Sort of, except most of the stations have only one person working the pumps which means you sit and wait. Drives me nuts because I know I could get out and do it myself and be on my way. That's the problem with today, everything has to be faster. We forget to enjoy the moments in between.
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8/2/15

On a SUMMER DAY...


While others liked to slowly meander down the river in a canoe…


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Edna preferred to poke sticks down an ant hole.
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