This *is* the most beautiful time of year, isn't it? Taken somewhere along the road in northern Wisconsin/ southern Michigan. The colors were so beautiful, even on a somewhat gloomy day.
Yeah. It's soooooo pretty, isn't it?
The phrase "WTF?" is spinning in the collective world head this morning with the news that President Obama has won the Nobel Peace Prize.
"Very rarely has a person to the same extent as Obama captured the world's attention and given its people hope for a better future," the committee said in a citation.Considering the nominations had to be in early this year, this prize was basically based on campaign promises, a couple of autobiographies, and for the simple accomplishment of NOT BEING GEORGE W. BUSH. Talk, talk, talk rather than action. Even a winner that I admire greatly agrees:
The 1983 Laureate, Poland's Lech Walesa, was more blunt. "Who, Obama? So fast? Too fast - he hasn't had the time to do anything yet," Walesa told reporters in Warsaw. "For the time being Obama's just making proposals. But sometimes the Nobel committee awards the prize to encourage responsible action," said Walesa.If that was the case, I can think of many more leaders in need of encouragement. Hey!! I always wanted to write a book-- a Nobel Prize for Literature would go a long way towards encouraging that goal!!
Taken in the Porcupine Mountains, on the Presque Isle River. The rain finally stopped today, so it was a perfect day to get out and take a few pics. The colors up north aren't quite as gaudy as they are here, surprisingly. One of the locals told me that the big lake regulates the temperatures a little more closely, so that it's actually warmer on the shore than further south and inland. I'm not sure whether that's true or whether it explains the color variation, but it certainly sounds good to me.
I've been going through some old CD's of photos to get them cataloged into Lightroom. (Side note: Recommend Lightroom to every single person you know). This pic was taken near Ashland if I remember correctly-- just a simple "Sunset across Lake Superior" shot, like a million others. It just turned out kinda nice.
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 "