Seoul, South Korea
“The very ink with which all history is written is merely fluid prejudice”. – Mark Twain
Unlike last year, where we had a front row seat to the shenanigans in Cologne, Germany, Goddess and I will be sitting in a quiet house, watching as the next round of 4-6″ of snow falls. No riot police for us this year.
While we lived in Germany, we were introduced to a curious NYE tradition, the annual showing of a TV skit from 1963 called “Dinner for One“, or more accurately Der 90. Geburtstag. Starting at around dinner time, the skit gets 20 or more showings on various TV channels until midnight.
It’s a fun tradition. Just not one where you should try to keep up with James.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Mount Shasta, California, on a crisp autumn afternoon last month.
I had already captured quite a few images of the mountain a few miles back on the highway. Then I caught a glimpse of this plane as I was driving. Luckily there was a pull-out up ahead and we’re glad that we have functional anti-lock brakes. Most importantly, I’m glad that I have an understanding Goddess.
Enjoying the post-sunset colors at White Sands National Monument, New Mexico.
Taken a year ago, returning to that spot where she said yes so many years before that have led to many days like today. And she still puts up with me, including waking up the next morning with a heavy layer of frost coating our sleeping bags.
We wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you, my Goddess!
It has been more than a bit crazy here lately, hence the infrequent posts. We certainly did not need any distractions.
So we got one and took advantage of it.
Over the last weekend, we put 1,800 miles on the car making a quick run down to California to visit a dear friend, spend the weekend watching bands, back to Ashland to quickly take care of some unfinished business after leaving there in June, saw a few friends there (but not enough), then beat feet back home.
Although it was long hours in the car once again, it was a trip good for the soul. Not only was it two solid days of auditory overload, but fantastic scenery and great friends. Plus, I was finally able to collect the rest of my memory cards that had been in safekeeping since April. Perhaps I can get to the pictures that I took from last October through April and post a few here.
So what is with the title? It is the typical concert view anymore. At the first flash of light, the first beat of the drum, the first strum of a guitar, all of the damned phones go up. I can’t see squat and I’m 6-feet tall. My poor Goddess, who is nowhere near 6-feet tall, just gives up.
And before someone cracks wise about me taking this picture with my phone, there wasn’t anyone behind me other than the guys at the sound boards. And they were on a platform about 3 feet off the ground.
But other than that, we had a great weekend. Hopefully you did too and that you are about to enjoy another.
A throwback to last April, watching the showers, hoping for some lightning or other exciting action.
Which may not have been smart, since we were on the highest point for several miles around.
But that’s what we do.
She’s looking at the last bit of last winter’s snow on Mount Ashland. They’ve already received their first snowfall. Here’s hoping that they have another great year. They really need it.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s checking his phone to see if she’s calling.
Gyeongbokgung, Seoul, South Korea