At the Deer Camp I owned until four years ago, up near Lake George, Michigan. Loved this place but just couldn't get up there often enough to make it worth keeping twenty thousand bucks tied up.
I only needed to go about 100 ft out in front of my dock, where there was a dropoff to deeper, very weeded on the side of the drop, and I never failed to catch bass and perch for lunch, on worms. Sometimes I'd cast a spoon, and that worked too. It was a very deep lake out farther, and people trolled for lake trout that were there, but I never did.
About an hour, straight up 35 North. As I had to return to the hotel that night, I stayed away from the alcohol laced drinks during the follow on picnic.
I assume each team records the best score for each hole, but even then 33 is pretty good for a 9 hole course - in fact it's professional level. Is the course that easy? That's not meant to insult your accomplishment - obviously you're a pretty good golfer.
I used to enjoy golf, but gave my son my clubs when I moved to China - never played here - never played in Haliburton either.
Well, I would say lucky rather than good. We shot par for that course. It's not a tough course and I don't golf often enough to even have a handicap (though at times I joke that my golf game is my handicap). It's a gorgeous course-the 8th is overlooking the lake.......it's a short par 3, but the elevation drops a couple hundred feet, which gets in everyone's head-we bogeyed that hole, bringing us back to par.
Highway 35 on my way to my Gull Lake home is the only place I ever got a speeding ticket - in more than a half a century of driving. I saw a cop car in the distance coming towards me and slowed a bit, but was still over the limit. He drove by, turned around, and then I saw him coming up behind me, lights flashing so I slowed before he was even close. However, what I DIDN'T know is that he had a dashboard-mounted radar with a computer, that when he was coming towards me it determined our combined speeds and subtracted his - leaving my speed over the limit. Damn technology. LOL
Dear Friend Sparty On: During teen years, friends Howard B, Stu L, Jeff S and I would sit on the beach at the Jersey Shore.
Always the same place.
We called it, "The Spot".
Watching the sun set into the ocean, waves come and go all night long.
We would talk about matters profound and trivial.
Contemplate the eternal verities.
We would stay there thinking, talking sharing.
The ability to open up without judgment, morons objecting to whatever mattered to us because they didn't buy it; the pure fellowship of it kept us going all night long and into the shoreline sunrise.
The four of us were welded together in friendship.
Although the beach front was public property, in a non legal way it was our "Spot".
We owned it for the time spent when only we were there.
Our deed to that real estate was the warmth of our connection.
It was and remains a treasured memory of oft times troubled teen years.
I can imagine others can relate to having their "Spot".
The glory of nature being beautiful, calming, soothing, healing, inspiring just by being itself, and doing its own thing genuinely.
Just as authentic was our friendship.
Openness and acceptance of each other.
It was our time, our space and our place.
Peace, Abundant Blessings and A "Spot" of Your Own Among Those You Hold Dear.
Sounds wonderful. We all had places like that growing up or at least i hope everyone did. We were very blessed growing up in Northern Michigan to have a plethora of places like that to frequent.
The ability to open up without judgment, morons objecting to whatever mattered to us because they didn't buy it; the pure fellowship of it kept us going all night long and into the shoreline sunrise.
The four of us were welded together in friendship.
Although the beach front was public property, in a non legal way it was our "Spot".
We owned it for the time spent when only we were there.
Our deed to that real estate was the warmth of our connection.
It was and remains a treasured memory of oft times troubled teen years.
I can imagine others can relate to having their "Spot".
The glory of nature being beautiful, calming, soothing, healing, inspiring just by being itself, and doing its own thing genuinely.
Just as authentic was our friendship.
Openness and acceptance of each other.
nicely stated
for a moment, all I could picture was enoch "the Situation", and "Snooky?"
or something
thanx for restoring that squeaky clean good guy picture
Enoch, was this on a peninsula or island? Other than places like that, the only place where you can watch the sun set into the Atlantic Ocean is in Europe. You guys weren't by any chance taking on a cargo of liquid direction finder, were you?
That looks like the Blue Ridge Parkway. My sister lives in Asheville and I can easily burn a tank of gas every time I am there. I just wish that park police weren't so strict with speed limits.
There is a 1st generation Miata at the car broker where I bought my last car. Its one of the British racing green with tan leather interior versions. I'm not much for convertibles because they mess up my hair, but its a pretty car.
If you decide to get one of those Miata's double check the rear dogleg/rocker areas. Rust prone.
If I bought it I would put the hardtop on it, possibly permanently.
If I buy any car for fun it would much more likely be be a 1-series, BMW either the 128 or the 135 manual coupe. I've always liked them but they were overpriced when new. I was surprised that I can get a nice used example for less than $12,000.
That might be nice.The Miata's are fun little cars, just have to be careful about rust inspection,
A older family friend had a Miata when they were almost new. He spent most of his life restoring and fixing various British sports cars (MGs, Triumph, Lotus, Austin-Healys and even a Jag E-type). so when the Miata came out he had a car he could spend more time driving than fixing it.
When I had my shop one of my customers was an outfit that rented SCCA race cars and also provided instruction at Summit Point. They were all Miata's. No one in the shop knew how to climb in and out of them. They were all fully caged with hard tops and of course the doors couldn't open.
It gave the sensation of driving an older British sports car. I liked them.
I learned that you either climb over the top and drop down into the seat an or you crawl through the cage. Neither are very graceful and someone almost always gets mooned.
Getting in a formula car means straddling the cockpit, stepping over the sides and the sliding down into the seat. Having someone help you with the crotch belt(s) is always an exercise in tact.
Having someone help you with the crotch belt(s) is always an exercise in tact.
Yep. Lol.
With these cars, because they had the hard top on you had to crawl in through the side window opening. A lot of those guys were smaller than me and I showed them how to pop off the steering wheel and climb in. That was beyond them,
Almost as funny, the body guy I had assigned to them could no longer weld. Folks who have not been careful using light shields while welding can damage their eyes. He and another guy had this problem. So when welding was necessary, such as attaching pulling brackets I had to do that.
I don't know if you have ever had to weld very thin sheet metal, but it's a PITA. I had to do that for a couple guys too, and to be honest, I think I suck at it. But hey, it worked.
I don't know if you have ever had to weld very thin sheet metal, but it's a PITA. I had to do that for a couple guys too, and to be honest, I think I suck at it. But hey, it worked.
I've tried to weld light gauge sheet in college but my welds, either with a stick or MIG/TIG, look more like bird poo. I wish I could learn to weld. I'm actually decent with a Bridgeport mill or a lathe, much to the surprise of many guys. We were required to take 2 machine shop classes in college and I thought they were fun, once you get over the noise and the mess.
They must be morons not to recognize the steering wheel release mechanism.
BINGO!
Even with the wheel off, they still couldn't to it.
My Mustang was built for the Door Slammer classes buit to SFI 25.1 and .2 spec, so even though the doors can open gymnastics are still required to get in the drivers seat. I had plenty of practice.
As for the submarine belt, maybe it is just me, but I don't want a guys hand anywhere near there unless the car is on fire.
Even with the wheel off, they still couldn't to it.
They're too dumb or too fat to be in a race car.
My Mustang was built for the Door Slammer classes buit to SFI 25.1 and .2 spec, so even though the doors can open gymnastics are still required to get in the drivers seat. I had plenty of practice.
I learned that very early when I tried to get in a World Challenge car in late 1994 at an IRP test session. I opened the door but the cage opening was still only about 24" It wasn't pretty but I managed to wiggle in. I'd hate to try to get out of that car when its on fire and I have my helmet/HANS on.
As for the submarine belt, maybe it is just me, but I don't want a guys hand anywhere near there unless the car is on fire.
How do you think I feel about some guy who I'm not dating reaching around my crotch? No thanks guys, I'll do it myself. I prefer 6-point belts to 5-point belts for that reason.
I've tried to weld light gauge sheet in college but my welds, either with a stick or MIG/TIG, look more like bird poo. I wish I could learn to weld. I'm actually decent with a Bridgeport mill or a lathe, much to the surprise of many guys. We were required to take 2 machine shop classes in college and I thought they were fun, once you get over the noise and the mess.
Yep, that is how it likes to turn out. I hate it. The best I have found is to do spot welds in a pattern that might look like a bolt torquing sequence. This not only prevents me from destroying the sheet metal and reduces the turds, it helps spread and dissipate the heat build up which reduces any tendency for warping.
My nephew used to work for Brian Butler when Brian was fabricating race cars in a back yard garage at his Mom's house in nearby Maryland neighborhood. I have never seen a better welder in my life. Never. The only suggestion he would give was "relax and be comfortable". He is right.
Cool about the Bridgeport mill/lathe. My neighbor is currently in a management position, but is still a qualified machinist at the Watchmaker level. He makes the drive mechanisms for telescopes, even restoring systems that are hundreds of years old. He knows what he is doing. He has a Bridgeport mill/lathe set up in his basement with his own CNC controller. We have some plans of some things we want to make for sale using spent pistons.
Having grown up in a blue collar family, I must admit, my experience as a shop owner has created perceptions I fight until today. Being poor and/or blue collar is no excuse for being stupid. I have to weigh my personal experience against what is all too commonly observed is a struggle at times. I try to remain objective and try to consider things beyond my personal experiences.
I learned that very early when I tried to get in a World Challenge car in late 1994 at an IRP test session. I opened the door but the cage opening was still only about 24" It wasn't pretty but I managed to wiggle in. I'd hate to try to get out of that car when its on fire and I have my helmet/HANS on.
Agree, at least the HANS is smaller these days. Still has potential for a bad situation in such tight quarters. If ever allowed I would like a cutting tool attached safely somewhere in the cabin.
How do you think I feel about some guy who I'm not dating reaching around my crotch? No thanks guys, I'll do it myself. I prefer 6-point belts to 5-point belts for that reason.
My nephew used to work for Brian Butler when Brian was fabricating race cars in a back yard garage at his Mom's house in nearby Maryland neighborhood. I have never seen a better welder in my life. Never. The only suggestion he would give was "relax and be comfortable". He is right.
I love to play with CNCs and program fun sequences into them with CAM software. Writing memos in 3mm or 10 gauge sheet is fun. I like spot welding because you can get into a rhythm and go very fast. Its just mind-numbingly boring. I did it for 2x 12-hour shifts once and thought I was going to go to sleep.
Cool about the Bridgeport mill/lathe. My neighbor is currently in a management position, but is still a qualified machinist at the Watchmaker level. He makes the drive mechanisms for telescopes, even restoring systems that are hundreds of years old. He knows what he is doing. He has a Bridgeport mill/lathe set up in his basement with his own CNC controller. We have some plans of some things we want to make for sale using spent pistons.
Our test in the courses were short written tests and then making 3 projects that proved that we knew how to operate the machines. We later had to design and fabricate projects for a our graduation requirement and the classes were necessary to pull it off. The classes actually came in handy when I took a 6-month temp job as a designer in a tool and die shop. People would bring in one-off projects to fabricate 10-30 parts or ther occasional buggered up die and I had to figure out a way to repair it cheap and quick.
Having grown up in a blue collar family, I must admit, my experience as a shop owner has created perceptions I fight until today. Being poor and/or blue collar is no excuse for being stupid. I have to weigh my personal experience against what is all too commonly observed is a struggle at times. I try to remain objective and try to consider things beyond my personal experiences.
Most people are more than willing to teach you if you ask nice and act like you want to learn, so being stupid is no longer acceptable, even when you didn't come from money. Many people thought that I had no business at the track driving a car but I was able to prove them wrong with hard work. I was often accused of being a drivers girlfriend until I posted a string of fast laps at the end of the session.
I finished 3rd in my first race but apparently, the driver in 2nd, who I would have passed if the race had 3 more laps, didn't know I was female. I took off my helmet and gloves to shake his hand and he looked at me and muttered "BITCH" and walked away. I'm looked at my car owner and we both laughed.
Although I can't find it, I can recall a similar absolutely beautiful fall photo that Tsula had posted, may he now be resting in the garden of the creator.
This was supposed to be a fun thread and yet you managed to weave some hatred into it.Thats just sad.
I guess I missed the mark, I was trying to channel Yogi Barra with that comment but, I guess I missed. Actually, there are a lot of places that I like most have a stream or, river within a 100 yards and, an abundance of nature around them, I have no pictures of those places since I'm not really a photographer, that's my brothers thing, I end up getting into the place, watching nature do her thing and, then I hear it, I hate to say it but, when I'm in that zone, I'm there for one reason, to enjoy nature, people to me spoil the mood, the feeling of it all.
11 lb 2 oz large mouth bass. Clear Lake, Northern Ca.
4 1/2 lb large mouth bass. Pelican Lake, northern MN.
Wow ..... nice!
Sunset, Lake of the Woods Canada/Minnesota.
Me and Bob Seger, Fire Lake (AKA Table Rock Lake, MO.)
I've been there .... diving and fishing. Pretty cool place.
That photo was taken from my deck.
When it is like this outside
This can be my favorite place
Lol i feel your pain and stop showing those white pictures. That will come soon enough.
LOL, can't find my spring and summer photos right now.
Nonetheless, here is my lake picture
At the Deer Camp I owned until four years ago, up near Lake George, Michigan. Loved this place but just couldn't get up there often enough to make it worth keeping twenty thousand bucks tied up.
Yeah a group of us had one in the UP up by Trenary. Lots of fun but we got rid of it for some of the same reasons. Just too far away.
Now i just hunt closer to home. Deer aren't as nice but it still gets you out in the woods .... which is what really matters
For the years that I owned it, this was my favourite place in the world - and in my memory, it still is.
Pretty nice Buzz.
Good fishing i bet.
I only needed to go about 100 ft out in front of my dock, where there was a dropoff to deeper, very weeded on the side of the drop, and I never failed to catch bass and perch for lunch, on worms. Sometimes I'd cast a spoon, and that worked too. It was a very deep lake out farther, and people trolled for lake trout that were there, but I never did.
Canada ?
The Haliburton Lakes district of Ontario, Canada.
impressive
till the name
sorry Buzz
LOL. Don't confuse it with the double "ll" Halliburton. From Wikipedia:
It has NOTHING to do with your American 'Halliburton' corporation.
Buzz, remember who you are talking to. Single syllables work best.
I was up in Minden last weekend and played golf (relatively well, in fact) at Haliburton Highlands Golf Course.
My place (and I'm headed there this weekend (maybe) and next weekend (deinitely):
BTW, the closest available Hotel Room was in Lindsay, so I stayed there Friday and Saturday night.
Dear Friend Spikegary: Looking good.
Maybe next summer will be our time there.
Us and ours.
E.
What was your score?
How long did it take to drive from Lindsay to Minden?
As a team we shot a 33, I won the closest to the pin on 5, with a one yard off the hole drive and a birdie (my first) putt.
About an hour, straight up 35 North. As I had to return to the hotel that night, I stayed away from the alcohol laced drinks during the follow on picnic.
I assume each team records the best score for each hole, but even then 33 is pretty good for a 9 hole course - in fact it's professional level. Is the course that easy? That's not meant to insult your accomplishment - obviously you're a pretty good golfer.
I used to enjoy golf, but gave my son my clubs when I moved to China - never played here - never played in Haliburton either.
Well, I would say lucky rather than good. We shot par for that course. It's not a tough course and I don't golf often enough to even have a handicap (though at times I joke that my golf game is my handicap). It's a gorgeous course-the 8th is overlooking the lake.......it's a short par 3, but the elevation drops a couple hundred feet, which gets in everyone's head-we bogeyed that hole, bringing us back to par.
Highway 35 on my way to my Gull Lake home is the only place I ever got a speeding ticket - in more than a half a century of driving. I saw a cop car in the distance coming towards me and slowed a bit, but was still over the limit. He drove by, turned around, and then I saw him coming up behind me, lights flashing so I slowed before he was even close. However, what I DIDN'T know is that he had a dashboard-mounted radar with a computer, that when he was coming towards me it determined our combined speeds and subtracted his - leaving my speed over the limit. Damn technology. LOL
mobile radar sucks
Dear Friend Sparty On: During teen years, friends Howard B, Stu L, Jeff S and I would sit on the beach at the Jersey Shore.
Always the same place.
We called it, "The Spot".
Watching the sun set into the ocean, waves come and go all night long.
We would talk about matters profound and trivial.
Contemplate the eternal verities.
We would stay there thinking, talking sharing.
The ability to open up without judgment, morons objecting to whatever mattered to us because they didn't buy it; the pure fellowship of it kept us going all night long and into the shoreline sunrise.
The four of us were welded together in friendship.
Although the beach front was public property, in a non legal way it was our "Spot".
We owned it for the time spent when only we were there.
Our deed to that real estate was the warmth of our connection.
It was and remains a treasured memory of oft times troubled teen years.
I can imagine others can relate to having their "Spot".
The glory of nature being beautiful, calming, soothing, healing, inspiring just by being itself, and doing its own thing genuinely.
Just as authentic was our friendship.
Openness and acceptance of each other.
It was our time, our space and our place.
Peace, Abundant Blessings and A "Spot" of Your Own Among Those You Hold Dear.
Enoch.
Sounds wonderful. We all had places like that growing up or at least i hope everyone did. We were very blessed growing up in Northern Michigan to have a plethora of places like that to frequent.
Dear Friend Sparty On: Thanks.
E.
The ability to open up without judgment, morons objecting to whatever mattered to us because they didn't buy it; the pure fellowship of it kept us going all night long and into the shoreline sunrise.
The four of us were welded together in friendship.
Although the beach front was public property, in a non legal way it was our "Spot".
We owned it for the time spent when only we were there.
Our deed to that real estate was the warmth of our connection.
It was and remains a treasured memory of oft times troubled teen years.
I can imagine others can relate to having their "Spot".
The glory of nature being beautiful, calming, soothing, healing, inspiring just by being itself, and doing its own thing genuinely.
Just as authentic was our friendship.
Openness and acceptance of each other.
nicely stated
for a moment, all I could picture was enoch "the Situation", and "Snooky?"
or something
thanx for restoring that squeaky clean good guy picture
Dear Friend Igknorantzrulz: Thanks.
E.
Enoch, was this on a peninsula or island? Other than places like that, the only place where you can watch the sun set into the Atlantic Ocean is in Europe. You guys weren't by any chance taking on a cargo of liquid direction finder, were you?
Dear Friend TTGA:
Island, east of mainland.
E.
Dear Friend Enoch,
A little something to remember those days with,
Dear Friend Marvin Galen Ross: Loved that song.
Great tune.
Thanks.
E.
One of mine...
Nice, where is that?
Laguna Beach.
Favorite Place ?
Tooling around the backroads of North Carolina in the fall.
I wish cars didn't run out of gas.
That looks like the Blue Ridge Parkway. My sister lives in Asheville and I can easily burn a tank of gas every time I am there. I just wish that park police weren't so strict with speed limits.
No kidding. The winding curves in my little miata are a blast.
I luv the Ashville area, along with Boone, Banner Elk....etc..
Mountains baby....MOUNTAINS.
There is a 1st generation Miata at the car broker where I bought my last car. Its one of the British racing green with tan leather interior versions. I'm not much for convertibles because they mess up my hair, but its a pretty car.
I'd rather have a BRG Lotus Elise or Exige.
If you decide to get one of those Miata's double check the rear dogleg/rocker areas. Rust prone.
If I bought it I would put the hardtop on it, possibly permanently.
If I buy any car for fun it would much more likely be be a 1-series, BMW either the 128 or the 135 manual coupe. I've always liked them but they were overpriced when new. I was surprised that I can get a nice used example for less than $12,000.
That might be nice.
The Miata's are fun little cars, just have to be careful about rust inspection,
A older family friend had a Miata when they were almost new. He spent most of his life restoring and fixing various British sports cars (MGs, Triumph, Lotus, Austin-Healys and even a Jag E-type). so when the Miata came out he had a car he could spend more time driving than fixing it.
That's funny.
When I had my shop one of my customers was an outfit that rented SCCA race cars and also provided instruction at Summit Point. They were all Miata's. No one in the shop knew how to climb in and out of them. They were all fully caged with hard tops and of course the doors couldn't open.
It gave the sensation of driving an older British sports car. I liked them.
I learned that you either climb over the top and drop down into the seat an or you crawl through the cage. Neither are very graceful and someone almost always gets mooned.
Getting in a formula car means straddling the cockpit, stepping over the sides and the sliding down into the seat. Having someone help you with the crotch belt(s) is always an exercise in tact.
Yep. Lol.
With these cars, because they had the hard top on you had to crawl in through the side window opening. A lot of those guys were smaller than me and I showed them how to pop off the steering wheel and climb in. That was beyond them,
Almost as funny, the body guy I had assigned to them could no longer weld. Folks who have not been careful using light shields while welding can damage their eyes. He and another guy had this problem. So when welding was necessary, such as attaching pulling brackets I had to do that.
I don't know if you have ever had to weld very thin sheet metal, but it's a PITA. I had to do that for a couple guys too, and to be honest, I think I suck at it. But hey, it worked.
It's impossible to get in or out with the wheel on. They must be morons not to recognize the steering wheel release mechanism.
Doing it with a HANS device on is even more fun.
I've tried to weld light gauge sheet in college but my welds, either with a stick or MIG/TIG, look more like bird poo. I wish I could learn to weld. I'm actually decent with a Bridgeport mill or a lathe, much to the surprise of many guys. We were required to take 2 machine shop classes in college and I thought they were fun, once you get over the noise and the mess.
BINGO!
Even with the wheel off, they still couldn't to it.
My Mustang was built for the Door Slammer classes buit to SFI 25.1 and .2 spec, so even though the doors can open gymnastics are still required to get in the drivers seat. I had plenty of practice.
As for the submarine belt, maybe it is just me, but I don't want a guys hand anywhere near there unless the car is on fire.
They're too dumb or too fat to be in a race car.
I learned that very early when I tried to get in a World Challenge car in late 1994 at an IRP test session. I opened the door but the cage opening was still only about 24" It wasn't pretty but I managed to wiggle in. I'd hate to try to get out of that car when its on fire and I have my helmet/HANS on.
How do you think I feel about some guy who I'm not dating reaching around my crotch? No thanks guys, I'll do it myself. I prefer 6-point belts to 5-point belts for that reason.
Nice but expensive belts,
I hate the cheap latch and link belts.
Yep, that is how it likes to turn out. I hate it. The best I have found is to do spot welds in a pattern that might look like a bolt torquing sequence. This not only prevents me from destroying the sheet metal and reduces the turds, it helps spread and dissipate the heat build up which reduces any tendency for warping.
My nephew used to work for Brian Butler when Brian was fabricating race cars in a back yard garage at his Mom's house in nearby Maryland neighborhood. I have never seen a better welder in my life. Never. The only suggestion he would give was "relax and be comfortable". He is right.
Cool about the Bridgeport mill/lathe. My neighbor is currently in a management position, but is still a qualified machinist at the Watchmaker level. He makes the drive mechanisms for telescopes, even restoring systems that are hundreds of years old. He knows what he is doing. He has a Bridgeport mill/lathe set up in his basement with his own CNC controller. We have some plans of some things we want to make for sale using spent pistons.
Having grown up in a blue collar family, I must admit, my experience as a shop owner has created perceptions I fight until today. Being poor and/or blue collar is no excuse for being stupid. I have to weigh my personal experience against what is all too commonly observed is a struggle at times. I try to remain objective and try to consider things beyond my personal experiences.
Agree, at least the HANS is smaller these days. Still has potential for a bad situation in such tight quarters. If ever allowed I would like a cutting tool attached safely somewhere in the cabin.
Yep.
I followed the link. I like those belts.
I love to play with CNCs and program fun sequences into them with CAM software. Writing memos in 3mm or 10 gauge sheet is fun. I like spot welding because you can get into a rhythm and go very fast. Its just mind-numbingly boring. I did it for 2x 12-hour shifts once and thought I was going to go to sleep.
Our test in the courses were short written tests and then making 3 projects that proved that we knew how to operate the machines. We later had to design and fabricate projects for a our graduation requirement and the classes were necessary to pull it off. The classes actually came in handy when I took a 6-month temp job as a designer in a tool and die shop. People would bring in one-off projects to fabricate 10-30 parts or ther occasional buggered up die and I had to figure out a way to repair it cheap and quick.
Most people are more than willing to teach you if you ask nice and act like you want to learn, so being stupid is no longer acceptable, even when you didn't come from money. Many people thought that I had no business at the track driving a car but I was able to prove them wrong with hard work. I was often accused of being a drivers girlfriend until I posted a string of fast laps at the end of the session.
I finished 3rd in my first race but apparently, the driver in 2nd, who I would have passed if the race had 3 more laps, didn't know I was female. I took off my helmet and gloves to shake his hand and he looked at me and muttered "BITCH" and walked away. I'm looked at my car owner and we both laughed.
A little side note: do you know who basically invented numerically controlled machining, NC?
and therefore is basically the father of CNC machining?
he’s was a local boy from my neck of the woods. Nice man and VERY smart.
I assumed it was someone at Cincinnati Milacron.
Wiki' says it was John Parsons and Frank Stulen.
Parsons was the brains behind it, Stulen was the money and business side.
The idea got highjacked by others but Parsons had the patent on it
Oh yeah, fall is my favorite season. Hands down
The colors can really "fire" here in Northern Michigan and the UP.
And Fall golf is the best!
Luv Fall.
Bundled up, Top Down, winding road.
Fall would be a good time to fish the Au Sable river.
Yeah thats east of me. Fish the Manistee a little but mainly the Boardman. Thats my home stream and river.
This is as close to I have of home water,
Very nice!
Fall colors can be pretty spectacular in the Ozarks.
This phots was taken just outside of Branson , MO. at Table Rock Lake.
Beautiful.
Like the UP in Michigan, northern Minnesota can be quite colorful.
Photo taken on the North Shore Drive between Duluth and Grand Marais MN.
That could be the subject of one of my grandmothers paintings.
Although I can't find it, I can recall a similar absolutely beautiful fall photo that Tsula had posted, may he now be resting in the garden of the creator.
I'm still looking for my favorite place, I've come close to finding it but, there were people there.
Wow .... perhaps you need to start working on your fortress of solitude.
🏰
Yeah, well, that's the problem, everywhere I go, there you are.
Interesting comment to make considering this is my article.
This was supposed to be a fun thread and yet you managed to weave some hatred into it.
Thats just sad.
I guess I missed the mark, I was trying to channel Yogi Barra with that comment but, I guess I missed. Actually, there are a lot of places that I like most have a stream or, river within a 100 yards and, an abundance of nature around them, I have no pictures of those places since I'm not really a photographer, that's my brothers thing, I end up getting into the place, watching nature do her thing and, then I hear it, I hate to say it but, when I'm in that zone, I'm there for one reason, to enjoy nature, people to me spoil the mood, the feeling of it all.
My bad then, I misread that. This place will do that to us .... my apologies
For starters …
© A. Mac/A.G.
Fairmount Park, Philadelphia, PA
© A. Mac/A.G.
Very nice, reminds me of home.