One September

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It’s National Chicken Boy Day today! Never mind. You can look it up. Also National No Rhyme (Nor Reason) Day. Seriously? The words which are claimed to be not able to be rhymed are: orange (everybody knows that one, right?), month, silver, spirit, chimney, purple, and woman. Woman? Immediately I found myself wanting to rhyme with yeoman, but, sigh. That’s how I am. When I see those words I want to make up rhymes for them. You know: sporrage, somth, cliver, chitteny, slurple and oh, well. Yes, kidding. Sort of.

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Monday, the day I was supposed to update this (too tired from traveling, too busy catching up) was National Toasted Marshmallow Day. Which for some reason, these clouds make me think of. You know …

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the really burnt kind. These are late August clouds and not at all the harbingers of storm they might look like.

clouds-3Especially this one, which was what made me grab my camera.

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I was ready to say “Saw it coming!” But it was going somewhere else.

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There’s a moral in there someplace, like, “Don’t always think it’s going to rain,” but never mind. There’s always rain coming somewhere. 

And these guys like it. Happy National First Day of September.

 

On August Twenty-second

on this day onemagesa lot of terrible things happened and some good ones too, depending on your viewpoint. For example, in 1485, King Richard III of England lost the War of the Roses, perhaps for the want of a shoe. That was good news for the other side, of course. In 1567, the Duke of Alba, who, I guess, everybody would agree was a pretty terrible person, established the “Council of Blood” in order to facilitate a reign of

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The Duke of Alba

terror in the Netherlands.  August 22 was quiet again for a few years until the English claimed Australia when Captain James Cook landed there in 1770. That was a just five years before King George had to proclaim, on August 22, 1777, that the American colonies were in open rebellion. Well, claim some, lose some.

In 1762, Ann Franklin became the editor of the Mercury, a

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Ann Franklin

newspaper in Newport, Rhode Island. Striking a blow for women everywhere, as it were, she was the first female editor of an American newspaper. She didn’t exactly come up through the ranks though. Rather, she inherited the job from her husband — but perhaps she had been doing it all along. Yes,  she was related to Ben Franklin.

In 1902, Theodore Roosevelt took note of technological progress and campaigned in a motor car, the first time ever. That must have been something to see and it did get photographed..

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Theodore Roosevelt Campaigning 1902

In 1906, the Victor Talking Machine Company of Camden, N. J. began manufacturing the hand-cranked Victrola with horn. The one-room school I went to as a child had one of those, probably not one of the earlier models — but you never know. I wish I had a picture of it. It was always a great honor to be the child selected to turn the crank. Meanwhile, the rest of the U.S. already had electrical phonograph machines. We were not to know that. Or maybe we did.

The U. S. annexed New Mexico  on August 22 in 1846. We have to think of that as good news. On this same day in 1910, the Japanese annexed Korea, but with less future luck.  Somebody stole the Mona Lisa in 1911, but it reappeared two years later.

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Althea Gibson

What a day! In 1932 the BBC began broadcasting. On this day in 1942, Hitler invaded Leningrad. In 1950 Althea Gibson became the first black tennis player to be accepted into national competition. 1950? she said. Oh yeah. In 1972 Rhodesia was asked to withdraw from the 20th Olympic Games because of racism not steroids. Henry Kissinger, who won the Nobel peace Prize (though not on August 22 ) was named Secretary of State by Richard Nixon. The last Volkswagen Rabbit was produced in 1984. I had a used Volkswagen Rabbit from 1973  to  about 1976, a wonderful car that rusted all around me till I had to give up on it, but that was not in August. No picture either, alas.

Karen Silkwood  won her case in 1986. Howard Stern began broadcasting on CBS in 1998 and in 2004 somebody stole “The Scream” by Edvard Munch. How busy the world is! Meanwhile, some of us are still on vacation.

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But summer is winding down.

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Hope it’s still blooming for you.

Close Study

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Every so often, Jean Sampson, painter and teacher (& poet too) sets up a still-life for her class at the McGuffey Art Center. And every so often, I get to photograph it.

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They intrigue me, these set-ups, designed to give every student in the room something to focus on. I walk around and take them from different angles.

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How I wish I could draw or paint these wonderful confections. They have a still and calm demeanor, which tells me they must be sure of their attraction.

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How could they not be? They have been designed to be loved by the eye.

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I hope yours has liked seeing them too. Here by the way, is a little snapshot of the painter herself.

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August Dark

pen-park-twoToday is Narional Frozen Custard Day. Never mind. Frozen custard has gone out of my life. I miss it, but I don’t. There’s a brief synopsis of what maturity means. Or resignation. Oh well.

This post is about August, its resignations and its wonders — and about the fact that it’s starting to get dark earlier. Have you noticed that? Not a big dark, not the dark of winter, nor even the dark of October. Just darker, sooner.

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There’s still time to be outdoors, picnics to go to, friends to see in the bright light of summer. If it doesn’t rain. Having grown up in the Catskills, I was amazed when I found out the rest of the Northern Hemisphere tends to vacation in August. In the Catskills it tends to rain a lot in August. Here in Virginia, it’s wetter too, but maybe not so much.

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The picture above represents somebody’s fun from this past Sunday in a park near Charlottesville.  There were some wonderful trees as well.

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All in fine fettle.  A landscape rich in the dark and vibrant greens that August provides for us.

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A time to enjoy, not yet to mourn. And oh yes, don’t forget your hat.

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August One is National Girlfriends Day

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Also, Narional Raspberry Day, also an attractive subject. Oh well. The girls have it. I’ll not subject any of my human friends. The lovely photo above is courtesy Google Image. and thank you. They do remind me of high school or something. Here are some other girls.

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I’m not sure these are all girls. With geese, who can tell.They certainly are friends.

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Ditto these two, spotted on a cold and lonely December evening, keeping each other warm with best regards…

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These girls may be headless, but they stand together (sorry)

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And these two were real. Not my friends, but I enjoyed seeing them.

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This is an old girlfriend, looking cute — as was her wont.

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And this friend (Calliope, I think) who graces the lobby of a hospital I’ve been to many times.Well, that’s how friendship is some times. Some people just grow on  you. Also, there’s her smile…

Finally:

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Yeah. That too.

What I’m Doing Part Two

cica-circle-july-2016Lately I’ve been telling some people they should take a look at this much-neglected blog (heh, heh, you know who you are). That amounts to being a not too subtle prod to myself. If you want people to look at a blog, you’d better produce a blog.I couldn’t agree more — so what I’m doing today is making a resolution to add something here, say, every Monday. How good a promise that is, I can’t foresee, but if you enjoy what you see here, please become a subscriber. I’m tryin’…

The blog will go on being mostly photographs I have taken (well, I have all these photographs…) with the occasional notice of what happened on this day in history, and, if I get really ambitious, stories of one sort or another. Who knows that might come of this? I expect to continue this blog to be non-political, non-religious. Yes, I have religious and political viewpoints, but I expect they are pretty boring (to other people at least), so, for now at least, I’m skipping that. Of course, there’s that circa-statuegentleman at left. He seems, oops, a bit political. Never mind.

In the meantime, today, I’m celebrating another visit to Circa, my favorite place for wonderful memorabilia. These pictures were all taken on a bright and sunny day in July. I used a reckless point and shoot procedure with my nice little Canon point and shoot camera, the sun too bright to see anything on the window, so I couldn’t see what might happen. That, of course, is part of the fun.

As often happens, the motif that day was circles, lots of them, which I’m fond of for so many reasons.  Doesn’t the circle represent all we’re about? The beginning and end of time, the completeness of the womb, the beauty of logic? Oh, I could go on and on. Obviously.

Not all the circles were complete, and not all of them circa-circle-3were beautiful, exactly — although they mostly seemed so to me. circa-milk-can

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circa-wrought-ironAnd then, after the outside shining, there’s what you see, last shot in this sequence, when you peer in the doorway. Thank you, Circa.

 

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Who I Am and What I’m Doing

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Who I am today — not just for today, but with any luck, for the next couple weeks — is somebody who is doing Blogging 101, a challenge for the new year. Who I am — today and for the recent past and the desirable future (isn’t a future always desirable?) is an old dog learning some  new tricks. Who I have been — for a long time — is an aspiring, but very amateur photographer. What I hope to do — for the next couple weeks, and maybe the next year — is get back in the habit of posting here, mostly photographs…

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At top, a picture from Lake Worth in Florida. At bottom, the Amtrak Station in Yonkers, New York.