Gnome in Diner

Love diners. Do not love the pain in my belly after eating the food. Sally said the oil they use to cook affects her belly, too. I adore the romantic notions now behind Route 66, its diners, and all that they imply: A part of Americana that is cherished by many people; a part of Americana that entices some folks to hop in car and drive to other states down Route 66, stopping at diners for a friendly experience while they rest from the images flashing past as they roll down the highways.

Slideshow

Evelyn sent me a slideshow of beautiful photographs. Don't know who took them to thank her/him. I began to wonder about what she had to do to put herself in the position to take these wonderful photos. There is a clue in the mention in one of the captions of a snowmobile. Click on link above to watch the slideshow.

At Photo Club

We practiced Black & White photography this evening at our local photography club. Indy explained that for digital we can fiddle with the contrast during post processing on the computer. This is my fave photo, black & and white or color.

Sunset and Clouds

Gnome at Sunset

I went out to the lake to photograph the sunset when a fisherman appeared with his net. I told him that if he stopped by the Wild Bird Rescue Center nearby, he would find some of the photos I took of him. I like to share my photos with my subjects.


A nice man brought an injured pigeon to Wild Bird Rescue Center. I had just finished practicing photography. While chatting with BirdManBob the man drove up in a Cadillac. "Maybe he'll donate some money," I said to BirdManBob. The man handed us a pet carrier containing a white pigeon. He said his dog had caught her and that he'd chased the dog around for a while. BirdManBob lead him inside the center. When folks bring injured birds, they fill out a form with information on the bird's situation, such as where they found it, what more or less occurred to cause its injuries, and then if they wish they include their address. Sometimes they leave a donation. Inside the nursing room in the center, I held the pigeon while BirdManBob checked her for injuries, then dabbed antibiotic ointment on her wound, after which he weighed her, and then tucked her in her cage. Aside from looking frightened, I think she'll do okay.

Bird Doo on Gnome's Car

Someone buy my T-bird so that I can park my station wagon in the garage again.

Gnome's Afternoon with Hodge

Time spent as a blur: Time goes by fast when you are having fun.

Gnome Downtown with Soos and Ellen

Good Grief, Goes Gnome

This is a photo of one of the fellows with whom I share my crop of pecans every year. Since we had a bumper crop this year, we had enough to take to Jean and Jack, who nibble on pecans every day for breakfast.


A large monument marks the original resting place of long gone -- but never forgotten -- cousin William.


The marker for an unknown departed seemed especially thought-provoking.


Good Grief! Not sellable, and so I remain the proud owner of this thing. No one wanted it as much as I do, and it reflected in the final amount at the auction: Not even close to its Blue Book value, which is the least I expected. Fine, I'll keep it in my garage and I will do so gladly, for surely I have better business sense than to let go of this car for a pittance.