Robert must do an internal eyeroll when I return from a restroom when we are traveling, especially if I have that look on my face.
This came from the Philbrook Museum in the Brady Arts District of Tulsa. A bit of shameless self-promotion for the art museum, but I think it is brilliant, and it made me smile!
Travel record and visual humor featuring one of life's basic necessities - nothing offensive, just fun.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Sunday, February 26, 2017
The Eleanor
Just about a year ago, we were saying goodbye to the place, and share our memories. The farm has not been in the family for generations, although dozens of grandkids remember it fondly. Grandma had sold her previous farm about a mile away to one son and moved to this one in 1959ish. The house was pretty decrepit and they soon tore it down and replaced it with an all-electric wonder, plus a hangar, and Quonset style machine shed, Said shed is where Grandma and Uncle Martin lived while the house was built.
There were plenty of outbuildings to explore including a root cellar and this outhouse. No one is sure how old it is, but I suspect it dates to the Depression. In my sketchy recall of US history, I believe that they were affectionately known as Eleanors in honor of the First Lady.
It was still full of the cobwebs, and promise of splinters, dirt, spider and worse, and so we gave it one final look and parting (snap)shot and said goodbye.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
A good sign
We all need this kind of reminder from time to time.
Thanks to the Peach and Green restaurant in downtown Chicago
Sunday, February 12, 2017
The knees have it
Earlier this past summer Robert and I spotted unusual graphics for restrooms in Norway. These two very similar signs were spotted in our favorite breakfast restaurant in downtown Chicago, doing that familiar dance. You gotta smile!
Sunday, November 6, 2016
The long and short of it
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Good grips
I haven't figured this one out. A series of randomly placed wooden knobs of various sizes attached to a restroom stall in Schipoul Airport, Amsterdam. They look a lot like drawer pulls. Really hard to get a good shot in the narrow confines of the stall. And I didn't even think about checking out other stalls for a similar arrangement. It is likely that they are just a design statement on the lowly utility hook. Just unexpected.
One at a time
I have wanted to add these pictures ever since I took them in March 2016
The story: Robert and I wanted to do something different in Chicago so found a Chicago Walks card that directed us to the Harold Washington Library in Chicago - the second largest public library in the United States. I guess the one in New York is larger. One draw was the top story atrium - a beautiful indoor garden, an absolute oasis of quiet in the busy city. To be honest you have to hunt for the entrance to the atrium. The final flight up the atrium is pretty much hidden from public view- you have to know it is there to find it.
Anyway on the way back, I stopped by one of the restrooms and what first struck me was the gorgeous tile work that you see here, But then I found this brass plaque and I absolutely could not resist. I hope that this has nothing to do with mothers helping small children, but whatever the story is behind this notice - I do not want to speculate.
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