Monday, January 23, 2017

Don't Forget Grandpa, Too


Certain people in Washington are raising a lot of other people's temperatures, me included. That anger overflowed at the Women's Marches here and around the world. I went a little nutso yesterday re-posting news stories to Facebook as those lying, arrogant (plural noun deleted) flouted their disrespect for democracy and truth. 

Three generations of Crowe women walked with their sisters (and me). Sometimes Madeleine is eager to pose and sometimes she will have nothing to do with it. What are you going to do with a three year old who insists on wearing an owly hat?       


Sunday, January 22, 2017

St. Louis Women's March


Me, too.

This was a heck of a turnout for a third-tier town. Police estimated the attendance as up to 13,000. Some of the organizers said 20,000. My guess would be on the higher end. My wife, Carolyn, daughter, Emily, and granddaughter, Madeleine, joined the throng. I played photojournalist.

The tone was decidedly anti-Trump, which made me feel good for the first time in days. Some very clever signs. These pictures will run for a few days. As I edit more they will be added to a growing collection on Flickr.              


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Black Friday


Oh, what a grim day it was. A small demonstration took place late yesterday afternoon across the street from my office building. I think the location was chosen because there is an investment company there with a large bronze sculpture of a bull and bear on the corner. You know, capitalism and the rich. It was behind an eight foot fence by mid-day, which sort of deflated the symbolism.

The sign above was a bit awkward. The couple below were more than a little grim. As I was editing these pictures I wanted to go back and play them Bobby McFerrin's iconic song but I realized I'd have to do the same thing to myself, and I knew it would never work. The day is much too dark.

I'm okay with differences of opinion, even strong ones. But I cannot respect the judgement of people who support Trump any more than I can climate change deniers, vaccine paranoids or people who think President Obama was born in Kenya.

The big women's march is today. Reports starting Sunday.         


Friday, January 20, 2017

Make America Great Again


Look carefully at the smaller lettering across the center. 

If you would care to see a more blunt and crude version of these sentiments, click here. Not fit for the blog itself, but the wall painting is beautiful. It reminds me of a Chagall stained glass window.

I'm ashamed to be an American today and fearful for the future.           

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Getting Ready For The Inauguration


OMG, that egotistical bullying maniac becomes President of the United States tomorrow. Quelle horreur! But Madeleine is preparing her public reaction. Put right side in, this little red noisemaker makes a sound like a duck in agony. Turned around like here, the racket resembles the monsters in the Aliens series. There could not be a more appropriate fanfare for the new administration.

I won't spend a moment watching or listening to tomorrow's horrifying events. There will, however, be a related post.

By the way, the St. Louis iteration of the national women's march is Saturday morning. My wife, daughter and granddaughter will participate. I'll be there with my camera to cover it.     

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Unnecessary Advice


America has a lot of lawyers. (I would know, wouldn't I?) This photo is of a public child stroller at the St. Louis Galleria, a major shopping mall. 

You see warnings on all sorts products in this country, "do not put your hand in wood chipper" kind of stuff. Each one means that someone has tried the dumb stunt, an injury has resulted and that person or the family has sued for a bunch of money. So some lawyer told the manufacturer to put on the warning in an attempt to prevent future claims.

What a great country.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Beacon


Taken a few days ago during the ice storm but the subject is unrelated. Mrs. C keeps a hummingbird feeder on the front porch. The birds are gone for the season but no reason to bother taking it down. The jar is red glass and I simply lined it up in front of a street lamp.