Rancho Cucamonga CA
March 5, 2017
By the time you read this, we should be on our way to spending a week in L.A. A four and a half hour drive from home that can take upwards of 2 to 4 additional hours of road time depending on traffic. And there is always traffic in L.A. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley, not far from Universal Studios and just over the hill from Hollywood. Man, have things changed. Lots more people, more traffic, more crowded. The streets seem narrower now, and places where we used to play no longer exist, the little league field, the empty dirt lot near the railroad tracks. We used to walk up to the the boulevard where the Lankershim Theater was and spend all Saturday at a double feature matinee. We thought that was heaven. Our parents did, too, I’m sure.
So we will be house sitting for friends who are off to London for the week. Right on La Cienega Blvd. Close to the Jewish community near Fairfax and Melrose (Canter’s Delicatessen- the best Kosher Deli), not far from Olvera Street (a Mexican outdoor market- mostly for tourists now), and the Disney Concert Hall.
So if I am pretty absent for a few days, you’ll know why. Hopefully I’ll be out shooting!
Cool Springs Station Museum
December 11, 2016
The theme, or photo prompt, for week 24 from The Girl That Dreams Awake is light. Any light but sunlight.
The photo above was lit by the headlights of our car as Lynn stationed herself in the middle of Route 66, blocking traffic both ways.
Good thing there was no traffic.
Thanks to M for the prompt. Now go visit her site to link to other light photos!
The View from old Route 66
Golden Valley AZ
November 26, 2016
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?
Golden Hour at Golden Valley CA
November 26, 2016
Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts? Food should never be eaten with nuts. I know I am not being politically correct now but, if someone is nuts they shouldn’t be allowed to eat out. Am I discriminating? Yes. I suppose I am.
If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction? Let me tell you what my life movie shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be a movie. It should be a continuing TV series, preferably a BBC series that goes on forever. Or for at least another 30 years or so. I have nothing against an American made series, mind you, But the British just sound so much classier. Even when they are doing slapstick they seem to exude so much class.
Who talks real sense to you? No one now. When I was growing up, the closest would have been my uncle, who insisted I go away to college, who helped me choose which school and got me my first real job when I graduated.
Do you have a favorite board game? I absolutely hate games of any kind. My sister, who was older than me, used to always have to win. Whenever we played Monopoly, she had this killer instinct. You could see it in her eyes. Very scary.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I’m grateful that last week is over and though there is still familial stress when it comes to planning for Christmas. I’m going to try to get Lynn out of town so we don’t have to have dinner with the ‘nuts’ in our family.
Please go take a look at Cee’s Share Your World to read other blogger’s answers. Or, better yet, join in.
Somewhere outside of Kingman AZ off old Rte 66
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!
So, this is my entry to Norm’s Thursday Doors. And to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Entrances and Doors. Please visit both sites and and take your mind off what has transpired this week.
March 17, 2016
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.
“My new house is going to have wall-to-wall awards!”
~~ Patsy Cline
OK, as most of you know, we are moving this weekend. Well, some of you know, right? Joe? Laura?
Anyway, we are moving this weekend so this post has been pre-scheduled. I’m not really here right now. Some might argue I’m not all here at the best of times but that’s another topic. So, I’m not here right now. I’m at our old house patching holes in walls and cleaning the muck that always seems to find a home in bathroom showers. At least, that’s where I am if everything goes to plan. And “the little woman” is off doing what she’s best at doing, ordering men around! She is at the new house telling the movers where everything goes. But do me a favor. Do not repeat that I called her “the little woman”. Ever! It’s not because that is so demeaning to women, which it is, but that she hates being short. Little. Every morning she stretches her arms above her head, I grab them, and pull in hopes that we can make her taller. Actually I sort of like the height she’s at. Just under 5′ 5″, which we heard is the delineation between a short and a tall woman. But where was I? Oh, yes, the move.
I’ve been trying to keep this blog going by posting when I’m at work. When I get home at night, we have dinner, then pack more stuff. It’s unbelievable how much “stuff” one accumulates in a lifetime- or in our case, in the last 4 years together. Before that, I had my stuff and she had hers. Now we have ours. So we are trying to rid ourselves of duplicates and things we never use anymore, like the slow cooker and hair dryer I used to own. And how come its mostly my stuff we are ridding ourselves of? I don’t get it.
But that Patsy Cline quote up there? Right under that photo of mine? That’s what I plan to have in our new home. Wall to wall awards. In my den- yes, I get a den this time. Except my awards will be wall to wall photos. My photos.
All professionally matted and framed. Except for the ones on canvas. Or on metal!
The first phrase that comes to mind is mise en scene.Don’t be embarrassed. You can look it up if you need to. There’s lots of words I have to look up from time to time. But since I was a theater arts major in school, I heard this phrase constantly.
OK? So this mise en scene was in the middle of Goffs CA just off Route 66. The middle of Goffs is in the middle of nowhere with a population of ten or so people, if I remember correctly. We met a very informative fellow when we stopped there last summer.
Anyway, this is for Cee’s challenge. That’s why I have that pretty catchy title up there that caught your eye. So go visit her and see what others have chosen to post this week. But first, let me know you were here by a like, or a dislike or a comment. OK?