Why has the metric system never caught on in the U.S. of A.?  The whole world uses it, not to mention the entire scientific community in the States.  I guess Metric Mania will have to wait until Easter 2012.

What could be more scarier this Halloween season than knowing the Christmas shopping rush begins November 1st?

Day 178 started with a 13.1 mile run in the scenic WI Dells.  After completing the run and laying down on the asphalt enjoying the flood of endorphins streaming through my blood, I left a nice sweat angel imprint.  Thank you to my wonderful wife for holding the camera and taking the shot while I sat back and directed.

Tap the xylem, fire up the burners, and get the flap-jacks ready.

For those of you who have been following Steven’s 365 posts… we have a special announcement!
Some of his 365 work will be featured (alongside Carol Grant Stevens’ of Artists Eyes Photography)
own 365 shots at a special private gallery and wine tasting.

Everyone is welcome!  So come see the photographic art and share good wine and conversation.

What? SIPS + SHOTS = A wine tasting and viewing of our daily shots.
When? Friday 12/2/11
Where? 113 E. Washington Street, Slinger, WI
Time? 6-9pm, or until the wine is gone!

So mark your calendars because it’s going to be a great time. We hope to see you all there!

Cadmium yellow was a favorite for some time.  The taste –  sweet, metallic, creamy.  Just like biting into a marshmallow chick you’d get in your seasonal Easter aisle.  Twist the brush between your lips to get that fine point while adding just enough saliva so as not to diminish the vibrancy needed.  Wonder how the white tastes?  Once you add the fine details of light hitting the subject you’ll experience the taste.  Just watch for the lead content.  Don’t want to end up like some one-eared, post-impressionist, Dutch painter.

It’s as if they’re lining up to volunteer for something.

The priorities keep changing as the list continues to grow.  Something about a gutter scratched out with a carpenter’s pencil is followed by check furnace, fix stove, and that old bush – unearth it.  To do.  Two due.  Too dew.  It’s all the same, I just spell it M-O-R-E  W-O-R-K.

I’m at this spot once, twice, maybe three times a week and still have no idea what the 2 means.  I think I’ll keep it that way.

If only it was out west and not Midwest.  If only Milwaukee could trade her sunrise for a sunset.  If only I could sail.