I found this on Tumblr back in January. Nice, eh?
You know you want to be them…
Another bikini–the official flag of summer. This one on a model who is clearly scrounging around the periphery of some un-named lake, desperately looking for food. It’s the hat that sets this particular half-starved woman apart from her skeletal comrades. Got to love that hat.
This one caught my eye on Tumblr–can’t get past the Amish feel of the image. I wouldn’t want to be an Amish any of the time, but I especially wouldn’t want to be Amish in the winter.
A few folks have asked me, “Chuck, why do so many of your summer photos feature women? What’s the deal?”
I get it. I do. It’s probably a cop-out to point out that beach, and beach-related attire, are iconic summer images, but there’s that. I struggle with the whole objectification issue, I really do–but if someone wanted to objectify me I’d be okay with it. I’m sure there’s some twisted fetishist out there for whom my whole “fat old man” vibe resonates. Dream away, friends–just remember that I’m taken.
In the end, it comes down to public safety. Stray too far from the time-tested memes of summer, and there’s no telling what you’ll get.
We’ve only got four days of Summer remaining, and I’ve not only got Found Summer Photos lined up for each of those days, but I’ve collected a fair portion of next year’s entries as well–something to which we can look forward over the long, cold winter that’s sure to come.
Another joke told to me recently–don’t worry, this won’t become a habit.
Four friends spend weeks planning the perfect backwoods camping and
Two days before the group is to leave Frank’s wife puts her foot down
and tells him he isn’t going.
Frank’s friends are very upset that he can’t go, but what can they do?
Two days later the three get to the camping site only to find Frank
sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and fish cooking on
“Well, I’ve been here since yesterday. Yesterday evening I was sitting
in my chair and my wife came up behind me and put her hands over my eyes
and said ‘guess who’?” I pulled her hands off and she was wearing a brand new see-through nightie.
“She took my hand and took me to our bedroom. The room had two dozen
candles and rose petals all over. She had on the bed, handcuffs and
ropes! She told me to tie and cuff her to the bed and I did. And then
she said ‘do what ever you want.’
“So, here I am.”