Shaking my head with resignation masquerading as wisdom
It is amazing how many seasons have passed since my last update. Right now, I’m facing winter again and, as often is the case, wondering what hole the time drained down. To quote Kipling “Nobody thinks about the winter when the grass is green.”
Here are my pictures from the seasons this year so far. Looking at them helps me to recall a bit of it all.
Living in Scandinavia is all about accepting the inevitable stumble towards the cold and dark every year. I grew up with changing seasons so I’m very well practiced at swearing at the ones I don’t particularly like. This year feels colder and wetter than the last few so I’m taking that as an omen I will need to take my searing up a notch. But when the sun comes to taunt us the Swedish Fall is very beautiful.
It’s been a very cool summer here in Sweden. So cool that we’ve had the lowest peak temperature in 155 years. Great for those of us who love Spring since it’s been a seemingly endless Spring. Warm days and cool nights please me just fine so no complaints. However, I worry if this cool trend will carry over to the fall and winter and make me my usual grumpy cold weather hating complainer. Once I had imagined a future in a tropical climate drinking margaritas or daiquiris full of crushed ice all day. Now I’m in Sweden which is typical of how things turn out totally unlike my expectations.
Here are some additional images I took in long sleeves over this often lovely summer.
It’s like 2015 never even happened on this blog. Well, it did even if I don’t remember much of it. Here’s some photographic proof. Don’t forget to click to the next image page below to see more of them.
It is amazing how long I’ve left updating this blog. Ugh. Well, my life in Sweden has been full of diapers and lego and less with photography and pens. Even though it’s easier to post pictures than to write coherent text I’ve still not done even that. So, here’s some images from 2016 and I hope you enjoy them.
It’s hard to believe that I moved to Sverige in January of this year. I’ve now worked my way through a few seasons here and am staring down winter. While I’ve been lax in updating this blog I’ve not been remiss in taking photographs. Here’s a variety of them from this year.
The title of this post is just put together from the names of the three events I attended recently. I’m too lazy to come up with one that works any better and it does sound kind of important.
The weekend of June 15 this year was a big one for those in the Detroit area who like to bake under the son looking at rare, expensive cars they have no hope of ever owning. If you have stamina, and I just fake that, you could have seen three displays such.
The largest is the weekend-long Motor Muster at the Henry Ford Museum. It’s help all over (was there an inch of open space left?) the Greenfield Village portion of that institution. Hundreds of cars among the examples of old U.S. architecture and life. It was like a parking lot of history. This show really will tired you out if you spend the hours necessary to get a good look at ever car, motorcycle, bus, motor home, military vehicle, and bike there. My feet still hurt.
In serene, green, and wealthy Grosse Pointe Shores is the Edsel and Eleanor Ford House museum. The house and grounds are astounding but for one day they are matched by find examples of important vehicles for Eyes on Design. Its goal is for “members of the transportation design community, collectors, and the general public to celebrate and reflect on design.” Proceeds benefit the Detroit Institute of Ophthalmology.
Tied in to the above event is the throwing open of the doors to a private garage. The Lingenfelter Collection is the cars of a wealthy automotive specialty business owner. A lot of rare Italian rolling stock was here to see as well as a nice collection of modern and vintage four wheeled friends.
So, here area few detail shots from my tiring weekend. Now for a foot bath.
Walter P. Chrysler rescued automobile manufacturers before creating his own eponymous dynasty. During his reign Chrysler was known as the “engineer’s automobile”. Often stodgy in style they just as often led the industry in mechanical innovations. Like all long-lived companies there is a lot of history and lore which can be drawn upon to illustrate the path taken in time.
I have a soft spot for Chrysler vehicles since my fond memories of my best friend’s ’69 Roadrunner or my lust for a ’70 Dodge Dart 340 Swinger doesn’t fade away. Now that I live close to the Motor City I was happy to know that the Walter P. Chrysler museum was not far. The reason I learned of this museum was due to the fact it was to close. With that in mind I rushed out to the grounds of the headquarters of Chrysler Corp. to visit before the end came.
My usual batch of close detail photos follow. It really is a nice, small museum that doesn’t overwhelm and entertains even the least car knowledgeable person. Sad to see it go.
I’ve taken a lot of photos since my blog has gone silent. So….RANDOM PHOTO TIME!
A few weeks ago I took my first trip to Philadelphia which isn’t that far from my new digs in Pennsylvania. I went ostensibly for an NAWCC chapter mart where I could look over watches and such for sale. Afterwards I had planned to go to the Simone Foundation Automotive Museum with a fellow horological student. Some of the world’s most famous sports cars are in this facility on display. There are not an overwhelming number of cars (which is good) but they make up for that in beauty. Pre-war Italian, British, French, and American vehicles are in tableaux to show the era they raced. The sensuous curves and touches that are form without function are as lovely as any sculpture.
As I usually do I took some pictures of the details of many cars. Also as usual the endeavor of photographing in available light meant that some images did not turn our even though I take a vast number of exposures. I’m happy the ones below were acceptable to me.
