Saturday, June 27, 2009

Yes Everyone... are at the right blog. I have a new post but it's still the same old blog. A few posts ago, I mentioned, jokingly, that I ought to rename my blog the Saturday Evening Post. The idea sort of stuck with me, and so, at least for now, this blog has a new name. For those of you who have never heard of it, the Saturday Evening Post is/was (?) a real magazine. For years, Norman Rockwell (who, as you ought to know by now, is my favorite artist) painted the magazine's cover illustrations. Either he made the magazine famous with his paintings or the magazine made him famous by featuring his paintings - I'm not sure which, but I imagine it was some of both. The reason I am adopting the name is mostly because of it's applicability, since I have posted every other Saturday for the last half year or so; though, ideally, my dream would be to be able to photograph the type of situations that Norman Rockwell captured. A few of the cover illustrations that I included in by blog header are personal favorites of mine. Maybe sometime I will feature a few with the reasons why I like them.

Anyway, I hope you can adjust to the new look. If it is too painful let me know. ;-)

We start out with two totally random pictures...

The only kind of glasses Candace will wear.

Candace and I made up this frozen strawberry-shortcake trifle recently (we gave it a long enough name didn't we :). In Clayton's opinion, "It isn't as bad as it looks."

Chess Classes

Lesson #1: This is the queen, the most powerful piece on the board. Use her; don't be a stay-at-home queen!

By a calculated move, Conrad sets up a situation to test Christian's skill.

Umpire: "You can't take that piece! This rookie needs his rook!"

The Rookie... thinking hard.

Lesson #2: Don't suck on your thumb! It is NOT professional.

Things get bad... and the umpire has had all he can take.

Oh well, maybe next time.

Hard Core Demolition

Grandpa arrives...

..."and the walls came tumbling down."

There goes our fun outdoor studio.


That was one well-anchored wash line pole.

"Dad, you just pulled up Sarah's wash line post!"

Mom didn't care. In fact, she said he could pull the other one out too. :-)

If this photo hurts anyone's eyes, I apologize. I got a bit carried away on the editing, but after I undid all the edits, it looked so dull that I pushed "redo."

"I do NOT need a shot!"

Candace became the first casualty of the project when she jumped off the trailer onto a nail. (Like it or not, she did get that tetanus shot.)

Trench Warfare

Looks as if more casualties may be forthcoming. ;-)

Hope you are feeling like hearing a fairy tale...

Once upon a time there were three billy goats that thought the grass looked greener on the other side of the stream, and the name of all three was "Gruff." Under the bridge that they had to cross, lived a great, ugly troll with eyes as big as saucers and a nose that was long as a poker.

So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff, "trip, trap, trip, trap!" over the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll, "I'm coming to gobble you up." The Billy Goat said, "It's only I the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff. Wait for Second Billy Goat Gruff - He's much bigger."

"Trip, trap, trip, trap," came Second Billy Goat Gruff over the bridge. "Now I'm coming to gobble you up!" roared the troll.

"Oh, no. Don't eat me. Wait a little until the Big Billy Goat Gruff comes along. He's much bigger."

Just then up came Big Billy Goat Gruff.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll. Big Billy Goat Gruff said, "It is I! The Big Billy Goat Gruff!" "Now I'm coming to gobble you up!" roared the troll.

"Well, come try, and I'll crush you to bits, body and bones!" said the Big Billy Goat Gruff. And that is just what he did. Then all the Billy Goats Gruff ate green grass happily ever after on the other side of the stream.
The End.

Pouring the Footers

Spill #1

Spill #2

Uncle Brian has such a steadying effect on everyone.

See what I mean. :-)

The Pro

I Scream, You Scream... We ALL Scream for Icecream

The frustrations of being an on-the-road hair stylist.

We join the Gordners on their weekly pilgrimage for ice cream.

Like I told Dad, "I'm not a huge fan of signs." Dad said that this was one worth taking a picture of though, and so I gave him the camera.

Hmm... I think I want... Raspberry!

Looks like the cat does too.

Testing Mom's flavor and favor.

Mervin - the only one who really bonded with the cat.

Grandma Ila and Mrs. Gordner

Mr. Gordner with one of the delicious waffle cones.

Associating with the farm animals...

If you know Faith, there is just something wrong about this photo. It's like the lion and the lamb lying down beside each other.

The bird that Benjamin Franklin thought should be our national bird, though he did admit that the turkey is "a little vain & silly."

Lancaster County Panorama

(Speaking of vain birds, the one on the right would take a prize. More on that soon.)

Mervin and the cat seemed to be developing a close relationship.

"Hey, you! Where are you going? Come back here!

(As you can see, it turned out to be a one-sided friendship.)

There must be some Amish around... or else one of the Raines. ;-)

(Sorry, everyone who doesn't know the Raines. It's an inside joke.)

The uppity peacock...

...that kept turning its back on me.

An evening well spent.

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