Saturday, September 13, 2008
A day of great fun, food, and fellowship! -- that describes the yearly church picnic. Enjoy! (It was a mistake to write this introduction last: I have already said, in the captions, everything that I could think of, and, after captioning all those pictures, my mind refuses to come up with anything fresh. I think your best option is to move on to the photos as quickly as possible.)
Dad decided to make BBQ'd chicken for this years picnic.
Grilled chicken art. I think it would look a little more appetizing
if it had been grilled longer; at this point the chicken looks decidedly raw.
Candace's suggested caption: "the grillmaster"
All I can say is he's dedicated-even to the the point of sacrificing his pants.
Dad expounds on the fine art of grilling chicken.
Mom has heard it all before. ;-)
Did you ever attain equilibrium on a seesaw?
Hey, we had to do something until everyone finally arrived!
I know this photo might have some faults, but I liked it
and I decided to post it and, afterall, it is my blog!
Karen, one of the faithful Einwechter crew who make sure
that such necessities as plates and napkins are not forgotten.
A conversation I was having was interupted by one of my siblings, who informed me
of the immediate photographic opportunity that a butterfly sitting on Faith's shoulder afforded. That is what I get for telling my brothers and sisters to let me know when something photo-worthy is going on.
There seems to always be one picture that I am at a loss to know how to caption, unless, of course, you want me to say something dull like "grabbing the chicken with a salad tongs."
A classic moment. Every adult or older sibling who has helped a young child
thruogh a food line knows what is going on. You look down so that you can see the child's face and you ask "some of this?"
Someone not pictured: "Mr. Jackson are you aware that this chicken came from Denver Wholesale Foods?" Dad tries to get Mr. Jackson's attention to deny the rumor, but Mr. Jackson is hopelessly distracted.
(Only the male mind could come up with such an idea:)
Defiance and determination.
Mr. Einwechter substitutes as photographer while his sons fight. Now I am positive that photography runs in that family's blood.
I was about to delete it when the fancy that this is how a volleyball game
might appear to the ball, struck me.
I can reuse a caption!: "Go sis!" (She made it across home plate.) The prize for dirtiest clothes would have to go to this young man.
In the words of his sister, "I couldn't believe he was going to wear white
pants to the church picnic!"