All pictures are taken with a Nikon D60.
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All pictures are taken with a Nikon D60.
I made my first foray into The World’s Longest Yard Sale on Saturday. It is supposed to stretch 675 miles along US Hwy 127 from Alabama to Michigan. Wesley asked me if I was going to see all of it. No, no, I just wanted to see the bit up on Signal Mountain. read more
This weekend:
Time for back-to-school shopping with the little ones and then I hope to check out a few miles of The World’s Longest Yard Sale. I’ve never been before, but I hope to get pictures of some interesting things.
Humor:
Tool Glossary- Miss Cellania has a very funny list of what different tools really do. If you’ve every worked on you own car, it will bring a smile to your face.
Literature:
Mark Twain’s autobiography will finally be published in its entirety 100 years after his death. Squeeee! The first three volumes of his 500,000 word autobiography will be released in November. Twain dictated most of it to a stenographer in the four years before his death at 74 on April 21, 1910. He argued that speaking his recollections and opinions, rather than writing them down, allowed him to adopt a more natural, colloquial and frank tone… Check out the rest of the story.
Photography:
The Arrow of Time- A couple photographs themselves every June 17th , starting in 1976, adding the kids as they come. It’s interesting not only to watch them age over the 34 years, but also to watch as photography advances and the pictures become sharper.
Color Photographs from the Depression-(via TYWKIWDBI) This collection of 70 pictures is amazing and beautiful. From homesteaders to peach pickers, state fairs to railroad yards, the pictures provide an interesting slice of American life from 1939-1943. These images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color.
Of special interest to those of us in Tennessee, #63 shows a TVA dam in progress and #66 shows an African American woman building bombers in Tennessee. I knew nuclear reasearch went on at Oak Ridge and we had a munitions plant here in Chattanooga, but I didn’t realize planes were also built in the state. I found the Tennessee WWII Reenactor’s website has quite a bit of trivia. Tennessee’s first defense plant was the Vultee Aircraft manufacturing plant, located in Nashville, TN. During WWII, the plant built dive bomber aircraft, the P-38 lightning fighters, and employed hundreds of women workers, a.k.a “Rosie the Riveters”.
(We now return to our regularly scheduled blog, already in progress…)
We went to the dragon boat races on Saturday, the 24th, and a few other people showed up.
For Mother’s Day, Paul and the kids gave me my first rose bush. Since then it has produced about fifteen roses. Every time one blooms I run out there and snip it off to bring inside and I think that’s helping up production.
I took this picture at dusk and I’m surprised at how bright the color is. Maybe it’s because the shutter was open a little longer.
When I drive I tend to pick out different, beautiful plants to add to my wish list. Sometimes I luck out and the plants are right next door and my neighbors are kind enough to let me take pictures of them. Many thanks to R and E!
We stopped by Sea Bird Island on our way back from Daytona Beach one day and got to have this fun exchange.
Wesley: Where are we going?
Me: Sea Bird Island.
Wesley: I want to see Bird Island.
Me: No, Sea Bird Island.
Wesley: I do! I want to see Bird Island!
Argh.
The balcony at the top of the lighthouse was a nice respite from the stuffy climb up the stairs. There was a nice breeze and the great view. I did have to tell Wesley, “I don’t care if your shoulder does fit through the railing, that’s not something your show your mother. For my sake, pretend there’s no way you can squeeze out and fall to your death.” And they wonder why I get all twitchy. read more
We visited the Ponce de Leon Inlet Lighthouse and Museum located between Daytona Beach and New Smyrna Beach. It is the tallest lighthouse in Florida and the second tallest in the United States. (The tallest is Cape Hatteras and is now on my to do list.)
It was only $5/adult and $1.50/child, a huge bargain considering the ticket prices of other attrations in the area. (For example, the Kennedy Space and Rocket Center is $41/adult and $31/child.)
They don’t allow backpacks or food and drinks inside, so I had to take my backpack back to the car and just carry my camera and the extra lens. I managed to drop the lens on the asphalt in the process because I’m awesome like that, but it seems to have survived. I think it’s because I said the magic words: “Oh, shit! No, no, no, no, no…” Worked every time I dropped one of the kids.
One of the nice things about dragging myself out of bed at 6:15 was the friendliness of the other crazies early risers. Everyone seemed happy that I was taking pictures of the beautiful sunrise and I got a lot of waves and smiles. Turns out I had forgotten to put pants on. Kidding!
I got tickled at the people who would stop so they wouldn’t get in my shot, even though I was really just fiddling with the zoom or checking to see if the camera was level. Don’t worry, folks, that sun isn’t going anywhere. After it happened a few times, I was sure to stand up when people were about to go by so I wouldn’t interrupt their walk.
A group of women waved, asked if I’d seen the dolphin, and pointed down the beach to where they had spotted one earlier. I thanked them but I had no intention of walking along the beach because I was sleepy and probably suffering significant blood loss from all the bugs. The sun had risen, the pelicans were calmly gliding along the tops of the waves, and nothing else was going on so I decided to pack it in.
I had the tripod back in its case and was packing up the camera when I heard a few splashes behind me. The pelicans were diving for their breakfast. I had to try to catch them in the act. read more