Chair of Bowlies
How do you photograph an idea, a thought, an ideology, or a feeling?
Thought for the Day: I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them. Thomas Jefferson
If that don’t beat all, ladies playing pool in the small-town bar. No, not just playing, but shooting pool and competing. Whenever I’m in central Nebraska around meal time, I stop to eat at Ole’s Big Game Steakhouse in Paxton. Ole’s is an oasis along I-80 in the middle of the state where fertile cropland dominates the landscape. The decor is big-time game trophies (polar bear, giraffe, elephant, etc.), but punctuated with a friendly laid back atmosphere and great food. (Geez, you’d think I was Ole’s nephew or something.)
I happened to be there on pool night, Monday I believe it was. The two town teams, Ole’s and Swede’s (I’m not making this up), were squaring off so I stayed a while and watched a couple matches. The teams were mixed, men and women, and the matches were based on skill levels without regard to gender.
The team members and bar regulars were all friendly and kind enough to let me take pictures. The competition was serious, but friendly; I’d say even gracious when this big burly guy got beat by a woman from the other team. But, then again, I left before the 4th round of beer arrived.
Thought for the Day: He was a wise man who invented beer. Plato 424-348 BC
In the aftermath of the Thanksgiving feast, it is easy to see the difference between boys and girls.
Thought for the Day: I like children. If they are properly cooked. W.C. Fields
My wife wrote this prayer for the 2011 Thanksgiving celebration. Since then, we have two additional little “butterballs”, James and Ava, to be thankful for. Nothing like grand children to make you thankful.
Thought for the Day: My cooking is so bad, my kids thought Thanksgiving was to commemorate Pearl Harbor. Phyliss Diller
Whoa Nellie! The exclamation of that famous sports announcer, Keith Jackson, came to mind when I saw this beautiful mane at a local horse show. This was the first horse show I ever attended and had no idea what to expect. This was a show for local amateurs and it was worth the price of admission — free, and my 14 year old granddaughter was “competing” so price was no object.
I know next to nothing about horses. Yeah, they’re big animals with four legs, a relatively low animal IQ, unpredictable disposition and eat a lot, but otherwise, I know nothing. At a horse race, I could tell who was the winner, but a horse show is something else. I didn’t know what to look for in the horse, but I know my granddaughter and was proud of her poise and faux confidence with the beast ten times her size. She was competing in a “pleasure” class, I think they called it, and she was having fun.
The mane on this palomino (I’m namedropping here) was certainly eye-catching, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many man-hours it took to prepare this “do”. This horse was in an English class of some kind, where the rider wears the stingy-brimmed beanie and over-the-calf boots on a tiny saddle. The class looked like it took more time to gussy up the horse and get dressed than there was to ride and have fun.
Thought for the Day: To get into the best society nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people or shock people. Oscar Wilde
The Three Chairs
Prequels are a Hollywood gimmick. After Hollywood produces a great movie, they make three or more sequels, none of which are as good as the original. After box-office returns dwindle, Hollywood tries to re-energize the public’s interest with a prequel. For example: Let’s go back and show the origination of Darth Vader.
Okay, how about a prequel to Goldilocks and the Three Bears? Let’s go back and see where the Three Bears came from. (I’m struggling here … no, I’m dying here; I don’t have any idea what to write today.) Here are three chairs: one is too big, one is too small, and one is just right …
Yeah, this is hopeless. Okay, tell me what you see in this photo.
Thought for the Day: The problem with quotes from the internet is it is hard to verify their authenticity. Abraham Lincoln
Everything is fun for the 18 month old … except for going to bed and getting your pants changed. That’s about the only two things that get in the way of new adventures. The simple pleasure of chasing a butterfly is the best thing ever … until the next new adventure comes along.
He is totally focused on the task at hand, nothing else clouds his young mind. He’s probably not even fantasizing yet; i.e. imagining how great it will be when he catches the butterfly, or how he could fly like one. He’s just enjoying the present moment for what it is.
At this age the whole world is in front of him and within his grasp … well, almost.
Thought for the Day: Never have children, only grandchildren. Gore Vidal