|The Gentle Author and Alan Burnett Toast Roy's World!|
This Gala event was held at The Big 6 Inn in Halifax.A distinguished panel of Sepians and Independent Adjudicators unanimously judged that The Sepian Photography in Blogging Award 2013 should be awarded to Roy Hilbinger and his perfect blog Roy's World
Roy blogs out of Shippenburg,Pennsylvania.
Now ,Roy is not a Sepian.His photos are contemporary.But we Sepians know a good photo when we see one!
The quality is his Art deserves our respect and admiration.Congratulations Roy! Please visit his blog Roy's World are leave your own personal sepian congratulation.
A nice meet Alan.I look forward to the next.
This is a Sepia Saturday Post.
|a sepia photo of Thomas.|
"Thomas Wentworth Higginson, who heard Stevens speak at the Massachusetts Bicycle Club, said: "He seemed like Jules Verne, telling his own wonderful performances, or like a contemporary Sinbad the Sailor. We found that modern mechanical invention, instead of disenchanting the universe, had really afforded the means of exploring its marvels the more surely. Instead of going round the world with a rifle, for the purpose of killing something - or with a bundle of tracts, in order to convert somebody - this bold youth simply went round the globe to see the people who were on it; and since he always had something to show them as interesting as anything that they could show him, he made his way among all nations..."
Plus ,below, is a photo of my Brother~in~Law Martin also setting off towards the Big Wide World..............
Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He's got two large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, “What's in the bags?” “Sand,” answers Juan. The guard says, “We'll just see about that! Get off the bike.” The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man's shoulders, and lets him cross the border. A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, “What have you got?” “Sand,” says Juan. The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, who crosses the border on his bicycle. This sequence of events if repeated every week for three years. Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him in a cantina in Mexico. “Hey, Buddy,” says the guard, “I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about. I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?” Juan sips his Corona and says, “Bicycles.”Sometime in the dim & distant future I must share with you some 8mm film I took in 1965 in Amsterdam (My Mam,Dad & Bro Ziggy were driving enroute to Poland)It was around the time of Provo Movement & Their famous White Bicycles.Unfortunately I dont have any images of the bikes themselves, but I do have some of Graffiti & such like.
Incidently,it was on a 1965 Dutch Cafe jukebox that I first heard the voice of Bob Dylan (Positively 4th Street ,I Believe..............)
Speaking Of His Bobness. here are a few photos of the (then) 69 year old biking in Slovakia.
|THE BIG 6 INN,HALIFAX.|