What I did today

First, I went to Lake Fairfax, not far from my house, to take some photos

 

I got a few good shots of this cub scout rolling down a hill for the fun of it

I took Bart along of course and he found something to roll in, I don't even even want to know

Took the metro downtown to go to the horse show and came across these three young ladies at the station on their way to Georgetown for the night (Three blind mice)

At the show I came across this guy, Brian Tooehy (left) who sells ladies belts. We have as ociety of people named Tuohy and he's going to join us

And this was the horse show,

Some people

“Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art.”

William Wordsworth

“Books! tis a dull and endless strife:

Come, hear the woodland linnet,

How sweet his music! on my life,

There’s more of wisdom in it.”

—  William Wordsworth

No writing is wasted.

  “No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.” —  Erin Bow

We drove deep down in to southwestern Virginia

We drove deep down in to southwestern Virginia today to attend a cook out. That ridge in the background is part of the Shenandoah National Park in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It runs 105 miles, north to south. We’ve camped up there several times. It isn’t rough; the park has paved roads and four full service, white table cloth restaurants, although once when we were up there a hoodlum bear in search of food tried to break into our car. We took these shots from the car as we ...passed through the town of Shenandoah, just like the (states) song which had been "Carry Me Back to Old Virginny"but that was dropped because it was considered racist. Nobody knows where the name Shenandoah comes from or what it means, some say it came from the Iroquo word “Schin-han-dowi” (River through the Spruces) or perhaps from an Iroquoian chief named Sherando. The song is supposed to be about him and his daughter Sally, who is courted for seven years by a white river trader.

The Ballantyne resort in North Carolina where we stayed for few days last week

Where from here?

 “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”

“I don’t much care where –”

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”

—         Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland