Santa Claus Uneditted

I apologize for this not being a verse full of Christmas cheer,
But its the truth and it may instead fill you full of Christmas fear.
So hide your kids, hide your wife, we're gonna cut to the quick with a very sharp knife.

You know Dasher and Dancer and Comet and Cupid,
And I'm sure after sixty years of song you know Rudolph-the-Red-Noser,
and Donder and Blitzen, and all of those guys,
But do you recall, the fattest one of them all?

Yes we speak of our very own, Santa Clausen,
For our beloved Santa Claus is nothing other than a molester!
On the weekends they call him Uncle Fester.

Its a Hoax! Over are all the jokes,
Burn his fancy red coats, Its a Hoax, It tell ya',
An old fat man with a big beard and a big red sack! Are you guys out of your mind?!
For its not toys in that big red sack,
But its nothing other than little girls and little boys!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when Sant Claus came to my house
He took all of my children! and even my mouse.
I ran down the stairs all kinds of unawares,
Just to see their tiny fingers and toes
Sticking out of his bag as up the chimney he rose.
I dashed to the window, only to stare 'ere he drove out of sight. . .

Surprised? Yeah, me too.
But what's a man to do?
So I poured myself a cup of nog,
And then shouted at the top of my lungs "Woohoo!
All the presents are mine, let the Christmas bells chime! . . .
By about this time he'll be down in Vegas;
I heard he shaved his beard for a Fu Manchu.*



Merry Christmas and God Bless you everyone.



*spelt Foo Man Shoo in my original. 

Rail Jam. 11th Annual event hosted by Sticks and Stones. Bring in some snow. Tell everybody about it. They come and go down it. 

Christa Badoni. The low light of the setting sun sifted through the autumn trees, fall colors all around. She had asked me to capture some photographs for her mission. I clicked away into the last moments of light. 

We went out to a Cabin in Kelly Canyon. The first snow of the season. Light and powdery like sugar. Snow balls were thrown. Good times were had. Foods were consumed. After the meal finished, the fondue began; we dipped into that pot, and we never came back out. 

Recovered from the archives. Actually I finally got this black and white roll developed from before my bike tour. I finished this roll at my Tandem shoot. The rest was shot in color. 

Nikkormat FT 300mm 35mm Tmax100

We also limboed. The girl with reddish tint won. She was also the shortest. I didn't win; I was the tallest. 

More from the railroad. I attempted to scan the negatives without the aid of the negative tray.

Early this summer I wondered about the train tracks. 

Might Joe Temus and the Teton river. 

My professor, Brother Carter. He's a good story. 

Garret, Ford, Girl. 

We partook of barbecue out back, on the shady side of the shed, opposite the rabbits. The food was good; the rabbits were fluffy. Then we jumped off of bridges. I didn't jump that day, but I had a good float. 

Rexburg locals and local silos. Are we human or are we silos? "Silo" is a no-no word on campus these days. Rumour has it that President Clark discussed the negative effects of "silos" on campus. They say he noted that sometimes departments act unilaterally and therefore become silos, or that individuals remain detached from their peers void of essential communication that allows them to perform virtuous acts. Humans or Silos? 

Not saying anything about the fine stranger children in the photo in particular of course. 

Nikkormatt FT 50mm 35mm TMax 100

Fourth of July

Fourth of July. Yes, I captured these photographs sometime ago; I've said it once and I'll say it again, sometimes I hoard pictures. That' right. This was the first time I pulled out my Nikkormatt for about one year. For some reason I always want to photograph the Fourth. 

We went bridge jumping this Week.

We jumped from the Plano / Hibbard Brdige, and plummeted into the warm waters of the Snake River. The last time I had an opportunity to jump from a Brdige (the Fourth of July) I turned it down. This time I accepted the challenge, or the temptation; the joy? 

Local people hung around all over the barrier. Some jumped from it. Some cursed. Some cursed. We didn't. Some apologized for us being from Rexburg. We didn't. 

Parker did a back flip. He did a back flip again. Then Jordan did a back flip. Joe thought about it. Parker and Jordan did a back flip together.

I photographed.

 

Taken with my Nikkormatt FT