Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Monday, July 15, 2013

It's a hard life wherever you go

is the title of song by Nanci Griffith. She expands on it, but the sentence has been said by many before she wrote and sang.
Huron is a short street, behind the Terminal Tower, it connects Superior to Ontario in Cleveland. I have snapped at this neon guitar before. This time i was behind the wheel, and handed the camera to my nephew. It was raining.

I do not like promoting business establishments, they do nothing for me and they appreciate nothing; but this is fine signage. There is another meaning for "hard rock", as in mining. The opening cut of an album released in 1988 by the Cowboy Junkies had an arrangement of [presumably] an old folk work song, Mining for Gold. It begins:
We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go...
it has a verse:
Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
And I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

Saturday, July 13, 2013

more porch geese

bee?, honey? bumble? wasp? hornet?
patriotic for the Day of Independence
a gander in the morning 
So far it was an unusually rainy summer. What about St. Swithun's? [click]
goose with red hat
 from another season

Friday, July 12, 2013


much better than what we did get

Sometimes, we put a sticker on a car and it stays there. I drive about and i see a sticker with a 'W' or a Palin sticker, i invariably say out loud, "idiot". Here is a 1984 presidential sticker on a much younger car. I suppose, i can get a "We stand for Roosevelt".

Thursday, July 11, 2013

this project is a failure

i have posts for bastille, hallowe'en, armistice day, and a few that may remain dormant. the hard rock post may be the valedictory.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

stained glass

new camera. 1/640 second, ƒ/5
high window and globe light fixtures, St. Andrew Kim Cleveland