The original title for this post, Fork You Too, was rejected in the name of good taste after it was deemed to ribald for this wholesome blog. Unfortunately we still have to run something so the image itself remains. We apologize to our reader. -Ed.
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Monday morning. Just got back from vacation last night. I’m sitting here bleary-eyed and facing the looming prospect of hauling myself to work. Somehow I found the strength of will to jam the memory card into the computer slot and vomit this image up onto the web.
Yes, from the 900 pictures taken during my nine day vacation this is the one I have selected to share first. I think it sums things up quite nicely.
This photo was taken on day two of our vacation. Day two was a travel day to our destination. The sky was angry that day, so we decided to pull over and look for some photo ops. As the driver, I selected the spot. My wife hated it.
So we switched spots and away we went. Further and further from the highway my wife took us. I was sitting in the passenger seat, teeth clenched, thinking about how much time we were losing and how every mile we ate up was another one we’d have to regurgitate on the way back.
Finally something caught my wife’s eye. What it was I’ll never know. She slowed and took a left turn that looked like all the rest. Then we kept going and going and going. A right turn here, another left turn there. I was beginning to worry we’d be able to find our way back.
She pulled over and I had to admit it was a nice spot. We shot several rolls of digital film (none of which turned out). Then I turned around. My photography teacher in high school taught me to find the best possible shot. Then turn around and see what you are missing.
There was the fork.
They say a picture can be worth a thousand words. I say this one is worth a thousand bites.
And a legend is born.
This post was not created on an iPod. Yeah!!!