I had a train set until I was… dunno, maybe 35 or so? I gave my last model train away to a friend’s son who would get more enjoyment from it than I, but I’m still fascinated by trains. Just wish we had more of them here in the US – I’d gladly trade my car payment for a mass-transit pass.
trains
Today was gorgeous here in mid-Michigan (the frozen tundra). So today’s shot is another from the woods. I’m in denial about it, but this leaf suggests perhaps summer is coming to an end. It *was* 50 degrees at 6AM this morning. There’s still plenty of golf (my back is much better – thanks for the kind emails and suggestions) to be played this season, plenty of BBQs to attend, and many more days of wearing shorts to work. But August is coming to an end, and Fall can’t be far behind here in the north. Dag gummit.
summer’s last
ISO 800 at 320 f/8
I think it’s a dragonfly, but this might be a damselfly. I honestly ain’t good enough to tell the difference. Anybody?
dragonfly?
Taking a walk in one of the neighborhood parks when these fellas showed up.
where’s Artemis?
ISO 400 at 50 f/6.3
I did the unthinkable today; I turned down a free round of golf with some friends who’ve a coupon. My back is killing me from too much golf lately, so I had to be responsible and say thanks, but some other time. Ugh! To make myself feel better, I went out in the back to practice chipping. My chipping area – the red flag – is visible upside down in the glass planter here.
planter
In the midst of lining up a putt while playing in my golf league tonight, I saw this coin. If you don’t golf, you may not know about marking your golf ball on the putting green. Once on the putting surface, you may pick up your ball to clean it so long as you mark the spot – usually with a coin or some other small, flat object. When your turn to putt comes, you replace the ball, pick up your mark, and putt away. I spotted this coin on the green tonight and nearly fell out.
I grew up reading English sea novels. Captain Jack Aubrey, Doctor Stephen Maturin: they were friends in my youth.
I’m lining up a putt and I saw the coin pictured below marking my opponent’s ball on the green. No, that could not be what I think it is. Yup. I even got to hold it and have a close look.
This is a single, nearly worn down, piece of eight from 1677 he found while diving a wreck. Wow.
ball mark
ISO 400 at 13 f/6.3
55mm
Yesterday’s picture made me remember this one. Different religion, same sun.
wishes
ISO 100 at 200 f/10
55mm