A last shot from the Thanksgiving weekend trip to Kansas. This is an old one-room schoolhouse, or possibly a reproduction, in the town park. It was typical several decades ago; my mother-in-law taught school in such a building. You can see a number of them abandoned along the back roads. Fortunately, the one my wife went to has been preserved as a museum.
Back out on the streets of St. Louis today. Tonight is the opening and awards ceremony of SEEN 2011, the big year-end photography show. I won first prize last year but I don't expect to place this year. Crazy judges didn't accept my best stuff. Maybe I'll bring back some pix of the event.
Back out on the streets of St. Louis today. Tonight is the opening and awards ceremony of SEEN 2011, the big year-end photography show. I won first prize last year but I don't expect to place this year. Crazy judges didn't accept my best stuff. Maybe I'll bring back some pix of the event.
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We have a diary of Julie's late grandmother that describes her experiences attending a one room school house in the rural ranch lands of northeastern Arizona.
One of the incidents she described is that at school dances, the boys would slip outside, toss a handful of pebbles out into the bushes, and listen for the clink to find where they had hidden a bottle in the dark.
Crazy judges indeed. What are they thinking? I have high hopes regardless B. Can't wait to hear.
This rouge schoolhouse is like something from a Rockwell painting and it's open all summer!
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I love the color of it - a nice shade of red. Must have been interesting to go to school back in those days. I'm not sure we're much smarter now though. ;)
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