Dairy Queen. Tastee Freez. They were competing chains in Elkins when I grew up. Fast food, milk shakes, and soft serve cones. Hamburger, fries before McD was born. Tastee Freez still lives. Small but alive. Dairy Queen is around. How about one of the original early stores? Pretty small. But it’s there, running, and original. I haven’t been in one in forever (decades, many). I’m almost ready to go again. Meanwhile, here’s an original still serving up the customers. It was a toss-up, but, we leaned toward Tastee Freez as kids.
These are snapshots, out of focus, poorly composed, grab shots if you will. The spinning wheel is an Ashford, akin to a comparable Nikon camera. It is a venerable wheel, well respected among spinners. Who knew? I don’t. But here are the only three owners this wheel has known. Colleen is the third owner. Ha! Of course, how do you pass up a bargain. The previous owner knew the original owner and I met them all at the sale. Imagine that? It’s a small world.
Canadian. They make quite a showing as they migrate. Thousands. It’s a big flock. I was fascinated by the landing pattern. It was choreographed like an airport. They circled and came into the wind to land. Of course, there was no spacing. You fly in both directions simultaneously. No crashes. No harm no fowl.
How do you pick a photo for posting? No mystery. It just sticks out enough and you want to comment upon it. Sometimes it’s just a scene that you don’t often come across. What? What were five cherry pickers in such a hurry to accomplish? I figure they turned off the power and were in a hurry to finish. It was a lot of trucks. And there were plenty of helpers below just standing around as support staff. One to fix and four to watch. Sounds about right?
My cats are smart. Aren’t they all? They know when we are headed out. In fact, Patch is positively frantic when the suitcase comes out of the closet. I’m told that dogs (maybe cats?) have no sense of time. They sure know when something is about to happen. I whistle and they come to the door in order to go out on the deck. Everyone was gathered. Maybe it was coincidental? I think not. Yes. We miss them when we travel. And they miss us.
My cat drinks beer? That is a pottery beer stein/mug – or so I have been told. I don’t recall the name they called it. And, there is my nutcase cat – Nutley – drinking from it. There’s probably not enough beer for me to be chastened for giving beer to a minor (cat). Nutley, that’s his name.
Feather is one smart cat. She learned very early how to depress a door handle and spring the door open. Lately the door to our deck has been her project. Unless I lock the door, she is likely to have a go. I forget sometimes. Today I was photographing the cardinals at my bird-feeder. Suddenly the birds took off. I glanced to the deck and saw the reason. Feather was there beneath the feeder hoping to catch a bird. Loose! She was loose! Darn! Make that worse. Three other cats were out as well. And two had made a jailbreak down the stairs to the yard below. Willow, pictured in the photo of the deck, likes to jump to the rail. I have a gate; it was down because of the wind. And, Patch and Ray were on the loose. Ray, at least knows the drill. He trotted up the stairs. Patch was out in the yard. Not good! We got them all back. Can you count to seven? We did it twice. Everyone is safe and sound. I am working on my penance for leaving the door unlocked. And there is no photo to commemorate the action. I was too busy herding cats at that moment.
Spice has the look of freshly pulling her own paw from an electric socket. No matter what, she has tangles. I realize that the background loom is not helping. Poor thing. We are working there. She’s resting. Possession is the word. We let her sit. Good kitty!
I saw a poster in the pet shop offering to shoot cat portraits. Ha ha! Animals are not easy to photograph. You cannot talk to them and expect compliance. Cats do as they please. Mine are resigned. It was like that with my kids too. Let dad take his pictures and then maybe he will go away. My cats take no offence with my photos. Elle would run at the sight of a camera when we first met. Now she sits patiently. No harm no foul. I would like to do a portrait for you.
We have a lot of discussion about the world. Do you recycle? Do you know that much of it goes to China? It’s not turned into renewable things. It’s just trash in China. How about chicken? Here’s how they transport them. Don’t tell me about the awful conditions they are treated in Delaware. Organic eggs cost nearly $5 a dozen as opposed to $2.09. You decide. By looking at an egg I can tell that you did not lie and that that egg came from a happy chicken? It’s tortuous thinking. As I said, we debate a good many things. $5 or $2, it’s a dilemma.