Last night, Garry was taking his final cruise through the channels to see if there was anything he wanted to record. Then he stopped, looked, and said: “See that?”


“The Revolver Nationals.”

I had to think a moment, but then I saw in my mind’s eye a contest. Taking place in a mall. With revolving doors and shoppers. Maybe on one of special, big sale days, like “Black Friday” which is the Friday after Thanksgiving.

Single revolving door

You would have two teams of shoppers, each trying to get the most people through the revolving doors in the least amount of time. You’d need organization, determination, speed, and endurance to participate. It would be a fantastic event. The only competitive requirement is that you’d probably have to be small, thin, and agile to make the team. After all, you’re trying to fit a lot of people into a pretty small space, then move them — en masse — without causing injury or panic … or blocking the doors.

Anyone could play, but women, being on the average somewhat smaller than men, would actually have an edge.

Garry looked at me. “No. Not doors. Guns. You know, revolvers?”

This was when I knew absolutely I am not tuned into the American psyche. I was probably deposited in a cabbage patch by a passing alien spacecraft.

They are talking about shooting guns and I’m postulating moving shoppers efficiently through revolving doors. Obviously, I’m not on the same wavelength as the rest of my contemporaries. I’m not even on the same frequency band. It’s possible I’m not living in the same dimension.

In my defense, there are all kinds of bizarre “sports” on very late night television.

A curling match at Eglinton Castle, Ayrshire, Scotland in 1860. The curling house is located to the left of the picture. Roger Griffith - Archival. Public Domain: 2 Feb 1860

A curling match at Eglinton Castle, Ayrshire, Scotland in 1860. The curling house is located to the left of the picture. Roger Griffith – Archival. Public Domain: 2 Feb 1860

Take curling, for example. Hunky guys using brooms to push big rocks on ice. Not while skating. Just … on the ice. Rocks and brooms. As far as I can tell, it’s the cold weather version of shuffleboard, though I don’t know how well it would be received by senior citizens who are America’s typical shuffleboard players. Most of us prefer a warm recliner if it’s cold enough to be out there pushing big rocks around on the ice.

Also, ice is dangerous. You could fall and break a hip.

72-smith-wesson-revolver-gunMoving shoppers efficiently through revolving doors makes at least as much sense as pushing rocks around an ice rink with a broom … or for that matter, slaughtering paper targets with bullets.





Living in a small town, when the nearest “real” city is 70 miles away, you find yourself taking many pictures of “local” because that’s what there is to photograph.


What luck that our local is also highly photogenic.


Long before we moved to the Blackstone Valley, we used to drive up here to see the leaves and buy the biggest pumpkin we could find.


This is October in the neighborhood.

I participate in WordPress' Weekly Photo Challenge 2016

I participate in WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge 2016



The little park along the river down on the Rhode Island end of our street has been impossible to get to since last March. The bridge was gone, being replaced.


It was hard to argue with the project. The bridge was in such poor condition, we had reported it to the road repair people in Rhode Island. They said they knew, not to worry. Nonetheless, the next time we went that way, there was a “no trucks” sign as well as a stop sign and a 5 mile per hour speed limit. Which we and everyone else observed. It’s rare in this part of the world for anyone to slow down for anything. But that bridge was scary. You could feel it bowing and creaking as you drove over it.

I could, in my mind’s eye, see the headline:


(Film at 11.)

I hoped we were not going to be the precipitating event to finally get the repair crews started. Luckily, they started before a collapse and tragedy.


I expected them to just repair it. Replacing bridges is expensive. Rarely do they completely replace a bridge and you can bet, when they do, it had reached the point of no return. Apparently this bridge was beyond repair.


They replaced it completely with a brand new, solid cement structure. Solid. They also shored up the riverbank which had been eroding. Where there was a rolling hillside and a picnic table, there’s now a reinforced concrete abutment.

Photo: Garry Armstrong - Reflections in the water

Photo: Garry Armstrong – Reflections in the water

No more erosion there. I rather preferred the look of the grass, but I understand that the intent was to keep this piece of river navigable.


It was wonderful to get back to this little piece of river. The trees were bright with autumn. A huge green heron flew just over my head. Of course I didn’t get a picture. I never do. I am too slow for wildlife pictures. Unless they stand still and pose for me, I miss the shot every time.


I think I was faster when I was younger. Certainly my reflexes were better, as was my eyesight. These days, I thank the powers-that-be for whoever invented auto-focus.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Photo: Garry Armstrong

And so we went photographing in Harrisville, Rhode Island on this bright and shining day in October. It is turning out to be an excellent autumn with delightful weather and brilliant color. I’m glad to share it with you.



Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Rocks

My favorite rocks

My favorite rocks

It’s my time of year to focus almost exclusively on color, so I hat to turn my brain in another direction to meet this challenge. Probably just as well. There’s such a thing as “too focused” … and I have definitely been suffering from a touch of hyper-focus.

Rocks along the Gloucester coast

Rocks along the Gloucester coast

These shots of the dam were taken two years ago at a dam where the pond exits into a river tributary … the name of which I don’t know. I can’t get to this location anymore. Some company has taken over the building and blocked the way to the dam, which is behind the building.

The dam at the end of the pond

The dam at the end of the pond



Fortunately, I took a lot of pictures while I could. They have been waiting for me to “do something” with them.

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