Colors are turning golden here, with splashes of red and orange. We had our first hard freeze last night, down into the 20's F. It's too early for this, but we often have our first snow around this time of year. Time to put away the shorts and flipflops, and start hunting down the flannels and wool socks. Finished the latest class a few days ago, and the final paper was enough to pull my solid "B" up to an "A-minus". I'll take it, without complaint. Seems the closer I get to the goal of finishing a degree, the tougher it is to put all of the reading together and make sense of it. Or maybe it's just old age. I need to get busy and *finish* this thing before my CRS completely takes over. Picture taken a week or so ago during what we locals affectionately refer to as "Noisy Weekend". The color is just perfect.
One more black-and-white photo as we enter the most gloriously-colored season of the year. It's just a little reminder of what follows. Heh. And in other news, we have lost a bit more of the "bark" in the world: The Associated Press: William Safire, speechwriter and columnist, dies.
NEW YORK — Pulitzer Prize-winning conservative columnist, language expert and former White House speechwriter William Safire died Sunday, his assistant said. He was 79. During 32 years on the Op-Ed page of The New York Times, Safire penned more than 3,000 columns, aggressively defending civil liberties and Israel while tangling with political figures. Bill Clinton famously wanted to punch the curmudgeonly columnist in the nose after Safire called his wife "a congenital liar.""Not only was he brilliant in language and assessing the nuances of politics, he was a kind and funny boss who gave lots of credit to others," Shields said. In his "On Language" column in The New York Times Magazine and 15 books, Safire eruditely traced the origins of words and everyday phrases such as "straw-man," "under the bus" and "the proof is in the pudding." And as a speechwriter in the Nixon White House, Safire penned Vice President Spiro Agnew's famous phrase, "nattering nabobs of negativism," a tounge-in-cheek alliteration that Safire claimed was directed not at the press but Vietnam defeatists.
“I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move” ~~ Alfred Lord TennysonTaken in Janesville, WI summer 2008. This archway once graced the front door of the offices of the Parker Pen Co., if I remember correctly. There's a little video showing pen production here where you can see the arch in the first few frames. Since I'm a collector of old fountain pens (ahem), I just *had* to get a shot of this. Even if the jewels of my collection are my Pelikans and my hard rubber Waterman Woodgrain, I can still appreciate a Parker, since I also have a few 51s, a couple of Duofolds, and several Vacumatics. Yes. I know. I just completely utterly without-a-doubt geeked out on y'all. This arch was once an icon of Wisconsin industry, until Parker moved headquarters to England in the 1980's, and production ended there. The last remaining tie to a company that once employed over one thousand people at the Janesville plant was announced last month. The gate is now an entry into a garden quite often used for weddings. So endeth today's History Lesson.
"Your everlasting summer You can see it fading fast So you grab a piece of something That you think is gonna last You wouldn't know a diamond If you held it in your hand The things you think are precious I can't understand "
I've seen these all over the northwoods, these little piles of rocks. On the edges of fields cleared for farming. Along roads. On hiking trails. This was the first I'd seen in water, out in the middle of a fast-moving river. It must have taken an extra effort to hold the canoe steady to place these.
I'm having more derned fun with this camera than anybody should be allowed to have.....
Told ya there would probably be a couple more photos like the last one from this weekend. There is a constant rumble in the background this weekend, thunder that never ceases from morning till....oh... about 3 am. Going to be fun to try to sleep tonight, lol, and I love it!
“Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.” G. K. Chesterton