Three things I could have written about on the blog today, if I had been able to take photographs to go with what I wrote.
1–The moral degeneracy of Hobby Lobby. No, I am not referring to the big box crafts stores’ owners’ famous religious and political opinions, but the way the store was stocked this morning. Today is, for those who aren’t looking at a calendar, the fifth of August. And the store was full of pumpkins. Mock pumpkins and cutesy scarecrows and orange plastic leaves. Burlap everywhere. It is summer. It is not autumn in a Halloween free fantasy land.
Why I didn’t photograph the faux autumnal scene: too awful.
2–Vanilla malts. My favorite ice cream treat is the classic vanilla malt. I never had a vanilla malt until I met my husband, who is a serious vanilla malt aficionado and introduced me to the concoction while we were dating. Sounds weird, tastes great. The best vanilla malts are made in wonderful local ice cream parlors, but if you don’t happen to have one nearby a reliable source is Culver’s. Their vanilla custard has a good natural vanilla flavor and they use plenty of malt. Had a short vanilla malt with my chicken snack pack today and it tasted marvelous.
Why I didn’t photograph the vanilla malt: so delicious I forgot to.
3–A 1966 Chevrolet Impala. On my way home, I spotted a gorgeous all original ’66 Chevy Impala, driven by a cheerful young woman who loves her car. And well she should, because it’s a beaut, a mint green hardtop with the roof painted white. It’s always satisfying to see a fine old car that’s still being used. This was an unexpected 7 point spot only a block from the house. (If it had been a ’65, with the six round tail lights it would have been 8 points.)
Why I didn’t photograph the ’66 Impala: no time.
Three missed shots, described. Some days photography is all about the shots you didn’t take.