I have about 7,000+ photos in the archive and I keep telling myself I really, really need to sort them all out somehow because there’s stuff in there I’d really like to keep and possibly make prints of, and stuff that should just be deleted. I got bored this morning and started doing some sorting, so here’s a few I dug up in no particular order because why not? Some I haven’t published before, some I have. They’ve more or less been selected at random for no real reason.
I’m a real sucker for roadside attractions. They’re often silly, cheesy, ridiculous, sometimes inexplicable. This place allegedly bought up all of the movie props from Dances With Wolves and then used them to recreate scenes from the movie. I haven’t seen the movie. My wife chased me out of the room when she watched it because I couldn’t stop laughing.
Everything in this place was covered with a thick layer of dust. It was really rather sad.
This was supposedly a recreation of a late 1800s classroom. What’s really sad is that those are exactly the same type of desks I had when I was in the 1st and 2nd grade. Seriously. That should give you a hint that either my school was really, really bad, or I am really, really old.
Not many people have a hot air balloon land on the road in front of them. I wasn’t in a hurry so I just pulled over and watched them recover the balloon. They were actually pretty lucky. They were coming in from the right and if they hadn’t hit the ground where they did they would have hit the power lines on the left.
Did I ever mention I’m an amateur astronomer? Technology has gotten so good that we amateurs now have access to equipment that even professional astronomers would have drooled over twenty or thirty years ago.
Alien cat from outer space with laser eyes.
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Yes, I'm a former farmer. Sort of. I'm also an amateur radio operator, amateur astronomer, gardener, maker of furniture, photographer.
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The pictured “late 1800’s” school desks were the same I used in Junior High in the late 1960s. However, the quality of education I received while sitting in the desks served me well. And having had the opportunity to use some of my father’s steel pens from the WWI era made me very grateful that the inkwells were no longer in use.
At my school they were replaced around, oh, 1961 or so. Holy cow they were uncomfortable. Well, so were the new ones but they weren’t as bad as those flat bench seats.
We were also forbidden from using ballpoint pens. I’m not sure why. Perhaps the nuns thought they were a tool of the devil? I used a fountain pen until my first year in high school. But some years ago I went back to using fountain pens for just about everything. I just like how they feel now.