I suspect that it's for kids to play on, or get their tongues stuck on.
I think it's funny, when it doesn't happen to me, when I hear about people who get their tongues stuck time and again. All through their lives. How do they expect to keep getting loose? Maybe they know something I don't, because I lose skin when I get stuck. I stick with my assertion that it's best to not get stuck in the first place.
That's what is needed to make anything that will last. A word from a fool; strong supports only last for so long. Proper inspection and maintenance are needed constantly to ensure that they are doing their job.
Of course, it helps to know what you are looking for. That takes some time and effort to learn to recognize. Sometimes the time isn't there. My only advice is to learn fast. If I had another piece of advice it is to value those with more knowledge or experience than you. They might be your greatest friend in the time of need.
It snowed this morning so naturally I had to go out with the camera. Of course, I didn't check the camera until I was out the door, just to find my battery was low, and I didn't have the spare with me. My goal - the river. I didn't really expect to get to it per se, but I thought I would get closer to it than I did. I got to the head of the little trail that would have taken me to the rapids, poked around, decided it was to risky, turned around to leave and, yep. I bit it hard! I thought my brain had come out through my nose. I hit the ground that hard. Except for a slight concussion, and a really big bump on the back of my head, I think I am fine. The camera is fine. I may have to rethink this whole photography thing, to dangerous!
When I was out walking around today I stopped and heard an almost earie creaking noise, with that of the water rushing from the streets. I looked around and couldn't find what was making the noise. Then I looked up. There, lodged in a tree, was this photo. I had to share it with you as one of my odder finds.
I walked around for a couple hours earlier today. I hurt. If there is one thing that you can find here it's hills. There one big one that I have been trying to climb every day. I had trouble with it today. Not just from my weakened state but in general. I just realized a little while ago why it hurt so much. It's the day after the day after falling down the embankment. I hit the ground hard, but I didn't think it was that hard.
Anyway on this hill there are some beautiful "houses"? It's hard to tell what are dwellings and what are businesses here, sometimes.
I hate to see beautiful old places like this one left empty. Like an old hollow tree, it's just been left, abandoned, empty. It's glory days resigned to the past. It's future uncertain.
One subject that I like to shoot is "places to sit". To me it's like covered bridges, phone booths, or latrines. Some places are beautiful. Some are just hideous. Some, like this one, are nearly invisible, unless you are in the right place at the right time.
One of the things I love about this town, would be all of the great old buildings. I'm going to have to find some time to get some shots of this one. It's on a busier corner so I will have to try to find a quiet time. For now here's a dramatic view of it.
It really is a good day to do just that. It's a beautiful day today and I don't feel like I can enjoy it.
What do you do when you find out that 20 years of your life has been a sham? When you find out that the one person you wanted to spend your life with was barely tolerating you, while telling you how much they loved you? What do you do when the mass populous has only one opinion based on gender, which they cry out "it's your own damn fault".
What do you do when you find out that you are worth so little as a human being that you aren't even worth divorcing before remarriage?
Yes, it's all my fault. I lived. When my death was what would have made so many other lives easier, I was selfish enough to live. For what? To lose everything. To have my son loath me. To see my best friend engaged to another male. To be a burden to a new group of people on top of still leeching off my poor daughter.
I can't go on. Grousing time is over. I have to find a purpose again, or I will die from guilt, shame, and a broken heart.
I thought this was a good shot. Makes me cold to look at it. I guess I'll leave you with this for the night.
To the river, but I took so many photos of it that I'm kind of tired of looking at it for now. I did get some good shots of it, a huge flock of geese, some wild turkeys, and of course... Ice.
I think this is the rec center. That's what it says on the sign. It's a cool building at any rate.
Down this embankment, but after an emergency operation the camera is fine. It is about a 10 foot drop, icy, and the ground is frozen. Oh, I'm ok too.
It's a haunting place
That speaks of death and danger.
That drowns the past and bouys the future.
A place where sorrows face the marrow.
Leaving them without a trace.
Disguising the future and what is to be.
It's a haunting place.
- David Chappell
For me it was a long, but interesting walk. I did a lot of backtracking. I'll be coming back. There are a lot more photos to capture and this path turns into a bike path that leads on to a lot more places to see. You will hear more about Al's Way, and the water below the bridge.
Another sight from Al's Way. This is the longest uncovered wooden foot bridge I have ever crossed, and I did it without any issues or concerns. Maybe the knowledge that it's something like 106 years old and hasn't a weak board helped reasure me a bit.
On Al's Way. You know, I could hear myself singing a song about this pathway. Anyway, there really wasn't a way to get my shadow out of the shot even if I had a mind to, which I didn't. This is petrified wood. Some good sized pieces. The biggest I've ever seen. On Al's Way.
Ok maybe cute isn't the word I want exactly, but look at what you can see of it. This is at the head of Al's way.
Is still just a place to park your butt. This one may look a little barren without any playground equipment or even proper grass. Look at what it does have! A beautiful place to park your butt.
I KNOW it's probably just a little junker, but I think it's cool. I'm also sure that some of the paint is actually primer. Maybe it does run or will again. Maybe with a little old hippie with long wispie hair, and a headband from 1963, reliving his glory days, not even realizing that he forgot to turn the key.
For those of you who don't know. The Pony Express was like an elite group of mail carriers. They were fearless, and dedicated in their mission to get messages through war zones, and lawless areas. They didn't stay in service for very long, but parts of their routes are still reopened every year to celebrate their part in seizing the West.
I am not really sure how I wound up here, and I didn't want to invade anyone's space, but I had to get a shot of this place. It's so quaint and cool! I don't have any editing software on my phone, so here's the photo as I took it (just like all the others:))
You know how it is if you walk anywhere. You're minding your own business and suddenly you are set upon by every dog in town. This town seems to have a lot of them. I wasn't worried, except when I was walking past this solid wood fence. Every couple steps I would hear a very short gr. It was like JAWS. I think he was slightly bigger than the average mutt.
This is the best photo I've taken of me in a long time. Dramatic, dark in all the important places...
I distressed my phone to get these shots. I never realized how much of a beating the poor thing would take on this project. I will have to get a backup so that I'm not screwed when something happens to this one!
This is why I don't use my photo on my profile. I've gained weight, according to my belt anyway. Not much probably only 4 pounds. I look better than I did though. I'm on the right track, at any rate:)
