“For this week’s photo challenge, share a picture that symbolizes transitions, change, and the passing of time.”
“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.”
“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.”
When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot? The first thing I do when I get home is take off my shoes. If I’m alone, I take off all my clothes and dance around the room in just my socks. We have wood floors and it’s the only way to get them really clean. The only problem is that it can get a bit embarrassing when Lynn’s daughter, who is staying with us, comes home unexpectedly.
What was your favorite food when you were a child? Bread. Specifically, a salt bagel. it’s like a giant pretzel with salt. They are still my favorite, but Lynn wants me to stay away from carbs. I don’t know why she’s so concerned with my health!
Are you a listener or talker? You can’t guess? I’ll give you a hint: I’m married! All I get to do is listen and make encouraging grunts every so often.
Favorite thing to (pick one): Photograph? Write? Or Cook? My favorite things to photograph are those things that have been left to the elements to corrode and decay. The quote up there right under the title of my blog pretty much sums it up for me: “The undiscovered places that are interesting to me are these places that contain bits of our disappearing history, like a ghost town.” ~~ Ransom Riggs
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? We had a great mini vacation at Zion and then Canyonlands. Photos will follow but the shot above is a sample I was playing with last night. I’m not too crazy about the processing but getting the shot was definitely an experience. Next week? I’m looking forward to sifting through about 500 or more shots I took to find one or two to post!
Thanks, Cee, for the fun!
The Mike O’Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge spans the Colorado River between the states of Arizona and Nevada. Construction of the bridge approaches began in 2003, and construction of the bridge itself began in February 2005. The bridge was completed in 2010 and the entire bypass route opened to vehicle traffic on October 19, 2010. This photo was taken just one week later, when traffic was still pretty much non-existent. The bridge was the first concrete-steel composite arch bridge built in the United States, and incorporates the widest concrete arch in the Western Hemisphere. At 900 feet (270 m) above the Colorado River, it is the second highest bridge in the United States after the Royal Gorge Bridge, and is the world’s highest concrete arch bridge.
We had passed the sign for Chloride many times while on our way to other places. But this time we had no particular place to go. We were exploring. So we took the turnoff and ended up in one of the better episodes of The Twilight Zone. We had stepped back in time, where everyone had older cars and trucks and the front lawns of their homes were decorated with artwork of their own making. The people were cordial and the food in the local diner was substantial. It was a late Sunday afternoon and we had missed the last staged gunfight of the day in their western town setup. Of course, I couldn’t help but take a shot of where the weekly shoot-out takes place and then processing it to look somewhat like a western movie.
OK, maybe Santa really isn’t dead. But judging from the condition of the town that bears his name, he might be on life support. Either that or, due to the “war on Christmas”, he found he could no longer sustain more than one home and chose the North Pole over this one.
Santa Claus (also known as Santa Claus Acres)[ is an uninhabited desert town in Mohave County, Arizona. Originating in 1937, the popularity of Santa Claus went into decline in the 1970s. In July 1983, owner Tony Wilcox unsuccessfully offered to sell Santa Claus for $95,000, which was reduced to $52,500 by 1988. All remaining operating businesses in the town closed in 1995. Today, only two vandalized homes remain and the area has been fenced off.
Hopefully, Santa himself can still afford to visit you this holiday season. I have it on good authority that he is still healthy and still very much alive – to those who believe.
Unfortunately, Elvis has left the building!
For further, very interesting, reading please check out the Wikipedia link here.
Merry Christmas to all.
And to all a good night!
So The Girl That Dreams Awake chose “Freedom” for this week’s word prompt. She chose to show birds- as in “free as a bird”. I chose the open road, since I hate to fly.
Now, let’s go see what other people think of when they think of freedom.
The American flag, anyone?
I have to start taking better notes as to where we are whenever I take out my camera. My wife doesn’t even remember ever seeing this house. Maybe I went alone? But, to be fair, this WAS shot over 10 months ago. And we’re old!
The above image is in response to the challenge that The Girl That Dreams Awake posts every Monday. I look forward to them.
All I can add to this shot is that it must be love. My wife had to be at the airport by 3 am for a flight to China. I wasn’t invited but I did take her to the airport. And since I was awake, I drove out from there to take some morning photos.
Good morning to you all, no matter when you see this!
I have it on good authority that this used to be a little red schoolhouse. OK, if truth be told, there was no one around to ask. But then again, there was no one around to dispute my claim, either. So, to me, this was, and is, a little red schoolhouse. Just off old Route 66 at Valentine AZ, on the way to Seligman.
(This is a weekly photo challenge run by The Girl That Dreams Awake that anyone can join. How do I know? They let me in, didn’t they? So go take a look. Join in this week, or next.)
So, in advance of our imminent emigration to Canada, (because, as any of you who know me also know I do not like Mr. Trump nor Mrs. Clinton) we are on the road to investigate our new home country. Cordially invited by Sue and Dave Slaght of Travel Tales Of Life, (though I am sure they were only half serious and we did not confirm our actual arrival date) they will probably be in another country swinging off grapevines or whatever (read about some of the places they have been and some of the things they have done on their blog, as linked above). One bright, cold morning just before the sun rose over Mount Assiniboine we stopped just north of the American border to fill our gas tank. Imagine our surprise to discover that there was actually a market for Indian jewelry in Canada. And that it was wholesale to the public- begging the question who, then pays retail? And why are indians in Canada called Indians and not the more politically correct Native Canadians?
OK, some may call all the above an outright lie, but I do not lie. Prevaricate, maybe. But only a little. As you can see, there was a gas station, it was dawn, and the sign says wholesale to the public for “Indian Jewelry”. There is a mount in Canada called Assiniboine but it is nowhere near the American Canadian border. And Sue and Dave did offer their house to us but only until we found permanent lodgings of our own. What I failed to tell them is that Lynn hates the cold so I doubt we’ll really be moving to Canada. And the gas station? That was in Kingman Arizona.
Oh, and Sue, Dave, or any Canadian history buff; who the hell named a mountain Assiniboine? That’s a really asinine name!
For a more serious study of this image, in black and white, please visit Monochromia.