I was able to get out and make a few shots around the house yesterday, but nothing of importance. I like the early and late light this time of year with the soft air and long shadows. Even the mid-day sun has a lazy and fuzzy feel to it. Probably because the light is coming in at a greater angle to us living at 36 degrees north latitude, therefore passing through a thicker atmosphere.
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On this date in 1957, the Brooklyn Dodgers played their final game at Ebbets Field in New York City. With their departure to Los Angeles and the move of the New York Giants to San Francisco, the city of New York was left with only one Major League baseball franchise, the Yankees. In my opinion, it was the era of the downfall of baseball as the great American sport. The Dodgers were my favorite team of the 1950's, but the westward migration took the magic from the game for me. I remained a baseball fan through the Roger Maris/Whitey Ford/Mickey Mantle period of the Yankees, but by 1965, I signed a divorce decree with professional baseball, although we had a torrid period of passionate romance during the Pete Rose era of the 1970's. It has become just another big business.
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On this day in 1991, Dr. Seuss (Ted Seuss Geisel) died. He now resides in Whoville, spending his days picking stars off of Sneech bellies.
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“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
~Dr. Seuss
6 comments:
Oh thank goodness for the optimism of special people like Dr. Seuss. Fortunately, there are some folks who paid attention to his clever optimism tied with a sarcasm bow and won't let his work die. Thanks for remembering him Ken.
"Thank goodness for all of the things you are not! Thank goodness you're not something someone forgot! Did I ever tell you Duckie? How lucky, how lucky you are?"
If there was no whimsy in life, I would curl up like a cabbage worm and die. Peace. Tammy
Thanks Tammy. Your words are a lovely nightcap for a great day. :-)
Amen on the cabbage worm.
Thanks for the Birthday message for Nic. It is hard to believe he turned 17.
He is turning into a fine young man.
Alice
Hi Alice,
Of course he is a fine young man; he was reared by fine (young?) people. :-)
Baseball changed that day. I still like watching it but the business side of the game has put a damper on the whole thing.
We watch baseball for the love of the game, but it is played for the love of money.
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