This is one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken. Over the weekend we took Sam & Hera out to western Oklahoma to run around Red Rock Canyon for awhile. When we got off I-40 after returning to the city Brian spotted this broken-down gas station with a field of dandelions out in front. He immediately pulled the car over and told me to snap a photo. His instincts were dead-on; I love how this came out.
In a day marked with some sad local news, I also saw this on NPR.com:
""Reading Rainbow taught kids why to read," Grant says. "You know, the love of reading — [the show] encouraged kids to pick up a book and to read."
The Rainbow was one of my favorite shows growing up, raised largely as I was on PBS. I think that what John Grant says in the story is true – learning how to read was nowhere near as exciting as the first time you picked up a book and were unable to put it down, then finding that once it was over you wanted to read it again and again and again.
A cold front blew through here last night and for the next few days the highs are going to be in the low 80s. It’s starting to feel like fall, kids, and my favorite time of year happens to be September to December. Last fall was pretty tough for me and the people I love the most, but I’m hoping this one will look up. Coming up starting in September we’ve got the birth of Cooper’s little sister, followed almost immediately by Oktoberfest and the Oklahoma State Fair, not to mention all the Oklahoma Sooners football. AND THAT’S JUST IN SEPTEMBER! I really don’t understand people who don’t love the state fair – the delicious, awful food, the people watching, OHHHHH, the people watching.
To wit: Two years ago when we went to the Oklahoma State Fair, and after gorging myself on some delicious, fried Wisconsin cheese, I stepped up to a nearby booth to grab myself a beer. It’s all watered-down swill, but in the descending Indian summer of Oklahoma September, amidst all those people and all that activity, it tastes great. So I head up to a booth, I ask for a beer, and as I look up to hand the carny my money, I see that she is a 50-something woman, with blurred tattoos and a body fat percentage to rival Mary Kate Olsen’s. So a full-on, life-long carny, right?
Also, I can’t help but notice that HER BOOB IS HANGING OUT OF HER WIFE-BEATER. I mean, it was all the way out, and pierced in that traumatic-looking way that we all remember from the Janet Jackson incident; perhaps she had taken inspiration.
Seriously, why would you skip the State Fair, in whichever state you live, when there’s stuff like that to behold?
31 August 2009
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