Saturday, August 24, 2013

"Dancing With The Pars"

OK,  I admit it.  It's a really lame pun.  However, if you've ever covered tournaments extensively as I have, you're always looking for that one bright moment somewhere....anywhere:  that emotionally charged nano-second that captures the passion, intensity or hilarity of this goofy game of golf.  Therefore, I submit this study in contortions.  A dedicated duffer valiantly coaxes a long one into the hole for a hard-earned win on his final putt of the day.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

"The Hemingway Museum"

One of the most interesting aspects at the Hemingway Museum becomes apparent before you even enter the grounds of this Key West institution.  It's the wall.  How could any self-respecting, world-famous icon sign off on the workmanship of this grotesque, sloppily finished project?  Well, that's the point.  Hemingway didn't worry about the  small stuff,  because it was he and a group of his rum-swilling buddies who made up the construction crew for this project.  And as the rum consumption increased in the sweltering Florida sun, any degree of craftsmanship diminished, accounting for the wobbly, weaving, pattern of  bricks held in place with drunkenly slathered mortar.  But in their defense, the wall still stands as a tribute to this  inebriated focus  on a fortress (circa. 1930).

Monday, August 5, 2013

"Rush Hour Nassau-Style"

Your guess is as good as mine as to where this trio is headed.  Are they crew?  Or merely workman hitching a ride to a dredging operation, a drilling stand or to make repairs on a bridge, pier or dock?  Regardless of their task at hand, the commute is something most land-locked employees have got to envy.  No bumper-to-bumper gridlock as you inhale your fellow commuter's exhaust fumes, but open air, bright skies and an endless highway of crystal blue that eventually floats you to your workplace.  This truly supports the theory that it's not the destination, but the journey that's relevant.  If ever given the opportunity, maybe the trade-off from a 6-cylinder gas guzzler on the interstate to a slow, lumbering rust bucket, ain't that bad a deal????