South Haven Sunset
The eastern shore of Lake Michigan provides a great view of sunsets, and a point of interest like the South Haven, Michigan lighthouse makes it even better.
Thought for the Day: When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. Gandhi
American Gothic Update
We went to Eldon, Iowa to see the original home that Grant Wood used as a background for his famous “American Gothic” painting. Don’t let the run down appearance of Eldon scare you away, the American Gothic Museum is first class; i.e. modern, very well done with knowledgeable and dedicated staff.
The Staff provides costumes in various sizes so you can imitate the famous scene, all for free. We had some fun taking several selfies.
If you’ve got no where to go and no place to be, give Eldon, Iowa a try … but fill your tank with gas and bring your own lunch.
Thought for the Day: Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness. Mark Twain
“Early Sunday morning, a perfect time for a leisurely stroll on the beach. My first impression of South Haven, Michigan when I arrived last night was this is a busy resort town. The beach was packed, people everywhere: swimming, inner tubes and paddle boards, toddlers playing in the sand with plastic shovels, waders, walkers, frisbee throwers, sand volley ball games, umbrellas, beach chairs and sun worshipers.
Ahh, but not today, not this early on a Sunday. I have the whole beach to myself. I can wander aimlessly, just me and my thoughts, while the waves break softly and sneak up to wet my feet. Take my time looking for new things on the beach, with no interruptions or distractions. The fresh air is exhilarating!
Oops, I spoke too soon”, said the sea gull.
Thought for the Day: Life is too important to be taken seriously. Oscar Wilde
Glacier Point at Sunset
I hung around all day at Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park to photograph the sunset. Not so great, is it.
No, but the thermal inversion made for a spectacular shot. The thick cloud layers below my feet looked like a giant feather bed inviting me to jump. The crazy guy on the rock must have been thinking the same thing.
The children’s rhyme about “No more monkeys jumping on the bed” was playing in my head. Fortunately, the guy didn’t want to be a monkey that “fell off and bumped his head.”
Thought for the Day: Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste to the sky as well as the earth. Henry David Thoreau
Sunset at Glacier Point
Standing above the clouds is weird, I mean standing on solid ground, not in an airplane, and looking down to the clouds below. It is surreal!
Thick clouds came in about an hour before sunset, and I was peeved, as that was the whole reason I spent 12 hours on Glacier Point; i.e. to photograph the sunset. A faint washed-out yellow disc was barely noticeable in the thick clouds and the temperature began to plummet. I was about to pack it in when I noticed the Yosemite Valley floor was becoming less visible, not from darkness, but from what looked like smoke. Smoke? Forest fire? No, a thermal inversion.
The clouds continued falling, and before long there was no view below … and no mountain peaks above. I was in the cloud, sort of a smoky dream world. Gradually, Half Dome’s peak became visible. It reminds me of a dolphin breaching the water’s surface.
Thought for the Day: The earth has music for those who listen. Shakespeare
Interior of Tharp’s Log
A nature-lover by heart, Hale Tharp homesteaded the area in 1869, built a summer cabin in the trunk of a fallen Sequoia tree and raised cattle in what is now Sequoia NP.
Complete with a bed, table and bench, shelf, fireplace and window, it looked almost comfortable for the summer. It’s an easy hike from the Crescent Meadow parking lot.
Oh, and BTW, I found plenty of bear scat — not fresh and nobody I knew.
Thought for the Day: Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants. Epicurus
Removal of the cottages on the Boys Town farm is in full swing. The cottages were built in the late 40’s and early 50’s as part of a $30 million expansion program that created living quarters on the West Farm and doubled the size of Boys Town.
About 30 minutes after this photo was taken, the cottage was completely leveled. The last remaining identifiable piece of history was the board reading, “1452”. Even that was an incomplete record. The cottage address was 14528 Gianelli Street, Boys Town, Nebraska — an incorporated Village with its own Post Office. The “8” fell off with first the crushing blow of the back hoe.
Sadly, in less than 24 hours, the pile of rubble was gone and the site was completely leveled and graded. No sign of “14528 Gianelli Street.
Thought for the Day: It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see. Winston Churchill