Friday Hometown Shootout - Glass

Shattered, shattered, shadoobie...or something like that.  The Rolling Stones song is the background music in my head as I wander down to the B&B studio to see what we can pull together for today's shootout. 

CRASH!!  TINKLE TINKLE.

I open the door, push my head cautiously inside.   The floor is covered with shards of glass.  I am very glad that I am wearing shoes for a change.

BUTLER: "I told Bagman not to try and build a tower out of glasses."

BAGMAN: "It would have made a great picture!"

"Please tell me you didn't use our good crystal."

Silence.

Subdued, I sit down at the computer and begin posting some pictures for this week's theme.

Street View through glass - Charleston, SC

Street View through glass - Murphy, NC

This is not much of a picture by itself.  It was texture in an overhead ceiling light at a conference center where I was attending a very important meeting.  And obviously a very boring meeting.  I thought I might use the colors or shapes in some Photoshop manipulation someday.  "And we need to get our lobbying strategies together to oppose this legislation blah blah blah...click."   Retirement is wonderful.

Scan of a slide taken in 1970.

I think this was a piece of amber

(Isn't that kind of like glass?)

This was a skylight at the Atlanta Art Museum (I think)

I liked it better upside down.

Reflection in a ceramic vase

(Isn't ceramic something like glass?)

Part of Karen's bottle collection

Part of a class bowl that was for sale in a shop

taken just before the shop owner asked me

not to take pictures.

(Why not, I wonder...but didn't ask)



And that's about all I've got this week.  I see that Butler has swept up all the broken glass from the floor.  I wonder why Butler did it when Bagman, who is lounging in the corner reading magazines was the one who broke it in the first place.  But that's Butler for you...

"I left some doughnuts on the table," I say, starting to leave.

BAGMAN (jumping up and running toward the table and then starting to hop when he steps -- barefoot as usual -- on a shard that Butler missed):  "Wait a minute!  I wanted to post this one."

Appropriately weird

I head off for breakfast and to check the morning stock prices.  I'll be back over the weekend to relish everyone elses' posts.

IMPORTANT NOTE:  The author of this post has an up-to-date, valid poetic license.  No crystal glasses were actually harmed in the production of this blog.