let’s be clear, i’m not talking about me, but i chuckle at the thought of potheads around the nation attaching cosmic significance to the fact that diesel has risen to $4.20 per gallon.
i’m just thankful to be getting 50 mpg in our TDI.
420 bonus points will be awarded to the first person to post a photo of themselves catching the facebook 420 character limit while pumping $4.20 diesel and smoking a fattie! ( i jest. sort-of. )
so, there’s a big sign entering the locker room that forbids entering with camera phones, but it doesn’t say anything about SLRs. one presumes the ban on camera phones ( a silly ban which presumably is violated every day ) has to do with their smallness and the fear that folks might not know their pictures are being taken of them in the nude.
certainly nobody is going to be caught unaware of me taking a picture with my big ol’ SLR which i bring along to take pictures during odin’s swimming lessons in the pool and i’m generally not interested in taking pictures of the inside of locker rooms.
and yet, for the better part of two years this image has literally caught my eye because it’s interesting, compositionally. i have the photographer’s “disease” of tending to see scenes “framed”. i cant’ help it and the image sort-of taunts me.
but i’ve never been able to take a picture because there’s always been someone else in the locker room and i haven’t really felt like explaining that i’m really not interested in taking a picture of them. no, see, really i just want a picture of this sign and pillar because i like the way it divides the frame and, hey, the lines and contrasts are pretty cool too.
i know, it would sound pretty crazy. and it probably is crazy. but i’m hopeless and was very excited to finally get just enough time with nobody in the locker room except odin and i to take the shot and get the camera back in the bag just moments before someone walked in
odin just looked at me as i framed the shot as if it was the most normal thing to do. it didn’t even warrant a comment from him.
the entrepreneurial amish are branching out into candy cheese curds?
oh, and diesel is $3.99 a gallon!
hmmm, i think they’re trying to tell me something.
for as long as i’ve known the levee on route 1 in machias which keeps the tidal flow from machias bay out of the middle river has has been called, simply, The Dike.
The Dike has always had space for parking, and when i was a kid it was a popular place for folks to sit and pass the time watching cars pass by and the tides come in and out ( and who knows what else after sunset ). in more recent times, it seems that The Dike has become a popular spot on the weekends for the local farmers market and a flea market where all manner of junk, er, treasure gets served from out of the back of parked vehicles ( as an aside, the dike has been in use for 150 years and is a recent source of controversy as the state would like to remove the “flappers” that prevent the tides from going into the middle river which has angered some local residents. )
i was a bit pesimistic that we’d find anything worth keeping, but odin was quite sure i was wrong and after strolling for a bit he found this sign made from “found” wood in harrington, maine that he thought would, rightly, be perfectly perfect for The Girls’ chicken coop!
if i’ve done my googling correctly, it appears the the nice man who made and signed the sign is, leon raikes, a professor of english at the university of maine.