Showing posts with label Utah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Utah. Show all posts

Monday, March 4, 2019

Wanna Buy A Limo?

This little gas station in Veyo, Utah, displayed a real, live limousine for sale.
 There aren't many limos on these country roads.
 It's nice and long, so if you have any annoying passengers, you can put them in the back seat and drive blissfully along without having to hear them.
So if you have $6,000.00, an extra large parking space, and want a limo, then this might be the one for you.
Do you like big cars?
Or are you a small car person?

Monday, May 15, 2017

Southern Utah Pyramid

There was no field of white spread out below this pyramid when I took the picture. It looks like a span of quartz, or a hillside of snow or ice or solar panels. Or snake scales. Or sheets of shiny paper laid out side by side. (What does it look like to you?)
 In my un predictable phone camera, I also found a picture without the mysterious white sheeting. As I gazed out the window at the mountain range south of Enterprise, Utah, I was sure I saw a pyramid on the skyline. (Perhaps I've watched too many episodes of "Mummy," but it sure looks like a pyramid to me!)
What else could it be?

Monday, January 11, 2016

Red (Read) Cat Bookstore!

Hey, it's been a month or two since my friend, Steve Clark, and I did a book signing at the Red "Read" Cat Bookstore in Kanab! (It closes for the winter, in case you want to know!)
Steve is a  personable author, and a good marketer, selling a bunch of books while I stood by the fire pit and held my hands over the flame. (The coat I'm wearing in the picture happens to be Steve's, too.)
I should take a lesson and be better prepared. You don't have to take the kitchen sink, but it's better to have a coat and not need it than need one and not have it.
Same with books.
If you haven't written a book in a year and you're a writer, it's time to tap one out.
What's your favorite thing to do? How long has it been since you've done it?
Why?

Monday, November 30, 2015

A Motorcycle Party, in Honor of my Mom's Birthday!

Hey, look what I found! Pictures from this past summer when I discovered evidence of a motorcycle party in downtown Ephraim! (2013 Ephraim, Utah Population: 6,431)
 You may see the bikes parked in front of Towne Theater and deduct that they all stopped to watch "A Mouse and His Motorcycle," but it's not likely that they stopped to watch a movie. See the little blue sign on the building next to the theater? It says, "Main Street Diner."
(I wonder if they ran out of pie?)
Interesting anecdote... while driving down the freeway one day, I watched a motorcycle rider toss a glove over to another motorcyclist while biking along at 75 mph. The second rider reached out to catch it, and missed by just 12 inches. (No, they didn't stop to pick it up. They just laughed and kept on going.)
These motorcycles remind me of my mother (Happy Birthday Mom! She turns 90 years young today!) because Mom has always wanted a red convertible sports car. That's the next step to a convertible!
Do these motorcycles make you want to hop on and go for a ride?
Do you have a motorcycle heart? Or are you a four-door kind of person?

Monday, August 10, 2015

Mystery Lights Photo Reveal!

What were those lights I posted last Wednesday, anyway? Here are some more pictures I took of them!





TA DA! It's the oil refinery by Bountiful, Utah, also called "Air Products" on the web. The difference is that I took pictures out of the car window as we were zooming down the freeway. (Interesting effects, right?) This last picture is not wobbly. (I think the place looks so fascinating at night... kind of like Mordor!) 

 nDo you like to be out at night? Or are you a daytime person?

Monday, January 20, 2014

Buffalo Gal introduces the ANTELOPE ISLAND SERENGETI video!


This is me last summer when I encountered a buffalo (actually a bison) at the beginning of the causeway that leads to Antelope Island in Utah. (Are you beginning to wonder if summer will ever come again?) 



If you ever get out there to the island, you will see lots more buffalo than just one, but you don't get close enough to touch them on the head. Well, maybe you do, but then you may not live to tell the tale. CLICK THE LINK BELOW to see the one and only ANTELOPE ISLAND SERENGETI video!

Monday, October 21, 2013

Green and Orange Guys on the Street

When I saw these green and orange guys on the side of the street in Logan, Utah, I had to turn around and go back for a picture.
Then I had to join in the fun!
They were advertising a place called... I think it was "Twizle Berry" or something... where you can build your own cold ice cream treat with enough toppings to scare a mad hatter, and then you pay for it by weight. (By the way, that's my sister Rebecca popping up behind the sign. When she's with me, she lets her playful side out to have fun, too!)
While we were posing, Brent the Bike Guy rode past. Rebecca called him over and told me that he rides his bicycle all over Cache Valley (that's where the city of Logan is.) 
Rebecca said that some bullies took exception to Brent's innocent habit of waving at everyone, a practice that his child-like mind uses as a gesture of friendship to all. For some reason I can't fathom, the bullies beat Brent and broke his bicycle. In response to the attack, the community rallied and got him a new bike. Now the citizens of Cache Valley collectively watch over Brent the Bike Guy. 
Brent was nice enough to take part in a photo op for us, and he never stopped smiling and waving. It was a privilege to meet such an innocent and inspirational human being.
Who have you met who's made an impression on you? 

  

Monday, April 15, 2013

Location, location

In the town where I was born is a little Island Market. Now the big question is, where do you think I was born? (Go ahead, make a guess before reading further!)
(How did you know?)
It's LOGAN, UTAH.
So what's with the Island Market in cold norther Utah?
I don't really know, but I have a guess.
 The only thing that makes sense to me is that it's on a little spot of land which could perhaps be considered an island if you can image the roads as water. It's at the intersection of a four way stop, ie., the four winds or four nautical directions. It's a go-to place for locals, a little-bit-of-everything convenience store built before there were such things as 7-11's. (Check out the cool entry doors on the corner! The only thing that could make them better is if they were flanked by palm trees.)
When you write a story, be sure to include a setting or landmark that piques the reader's interest. This is a great way to make your tale unforgettable. 
What quirky establishments or landmarks do you see in your area?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Jock Jones builds Colonial Windsor Chairs in Spring City, Utah


By Shirley Bahlmann
When I visited the Windsor chair shop in Spring City, Utah, I couldn’t help noticing three framed awards above the doorway between Jonathan “Jock” Jones’ cozy showroom and spacious shop. For three consecutive years, he has received the impressive “One of America’s Best” award given by Early American Life magazine.
“I wish I’d started building chairs forty years earlier,” Jones mused. It’s been eight years since Jones retired from corporate security in Kaysville, Utah, and traveled with his wife, Bonnie, back to New Hampshire and Eastern Tennessee. That’s where the life-long woodworking hobbyist studied Windsor chair making from traditional craftsmen. Since the needed wood doesn’t grow in Utah, Jones brings in a load of eastern forest logs twice a year.
Rather than using exact measurements from original museum piece Windsors, Jones uses old world techniques to fashion furniture for today’s backsides. “We tweak them a little, because we’re the McDonald’s generation,” Jones says with a laugh.
Windsor chairs were brought from England about 1730 by colonists and made into a design of their own when they removed the frills. The style is characterized by the legs and the backrest fastened into the two inch thick seat. Maple is strong and used for the legs because it turns easy on a lathe. Eastern white pine seats are soft enough for carving, and arms are fashioned from bendable oak or hickory.
Through history, the chair has been adapted to suit the user’s needs, such as the Windsor desk chair Thomas Jefferson used to craft most of the Declaration of Independence. He later put a swivel in the post beneath the seat so it operated like our modern office chairs, or like a lazy susan. Jones even saw a Windsor chair with a foot pedal that could be used to operate an overhead fan which was also attached to the chair.
Some may think that leaning against one of Jones’ spindle backed creations would be like leaning against a pile of sticks, but when Jones invited me to try one of the elegant chairs, the back curved snugly around my shoulders as I settled in. Then he surprised me by grabbing the back of another chair and twisting it one way and another, moving it several inches each time. When he let go, the chair popped right back into shape.
“Chairs are the only furniture that’s always being moved,” Jones explained. “Every time you sit down to eat, you move your chair. Then you’re always turning or bending while you sit in it. Machine made chairs can’t hold up to the constant movement, and have to be replaced every few years.”
Jones knows of what he speaks, since his Windsor chairs have withstood seven children and fifteen grandchildren without breaking. “Thousands of colonial chairs are still in use today because they’ve been made right,” Jones said. “They’re put together like a trussed bridge; extremely strong and durable, but they look far more delicate than they really are.”
Jones drills each of the 43 holes required for a chair at a compound angle, a feat that would take longer with power equipment. “It’s faster to build the chairs by hand,” Jones said, then demonstrated how he used his old shaving horse, which is basically an old fashioned clamp. “Every household used to have one of these,” he said, pulling the old draw knife toward him and growing a large, pale curl of wood. Jones uses a lot of antique tools, some he’s refurbished and some he’s made himself. There are also cottage industries that make old-fashioned tools. He showed me an old spoon bit of the kind that’s been used since ancient Egyptian days.
Milk paint is the finishing touch on a true Windsor chair, which are painted to disguise the different kinds of wood. “Milk paint’s been around for 2,000 years,” Jones aid. “You can make your own if you let milk sit until it curdles, then mix the whey, which holds the milk protein, with quick lime and color.” Jones buys powdered milk and mixes it himself. He also uses animal hide glue in flake form, which requires heating up with water. “Milk paint and animal hide glue are hard to beat,” Jones says. “They’re non-toxic, too.”
Because Jones’ chairs are hand built, no two are exactly alike. “Some don’t come out at all and end up in the fireplace,” Jones quipped. “That’s the risk of making them by hand. The risk of making them by machine is that even though they all turn out, they don’t last, because machines can’t make them right.”
Jones showed how he fitted a chair leg into the seat, and even without the wedge applied, he had to use a hammer to get the leg out. “Cutting spindles with a saw not only loses a lot of the free-flowing artistic design, but it doesn’t allow for following the grain, so they don’t have the strength of grain-split wood,” Jones said. “It’s like Wonder bread. You can spread peanut butter on it and eat it, but it’s not the same as the bread Grandma made by the hearth. You can buy mass produced chairs, but they’re not the quality of hand built ones.”
Jones chose to retire to Spring City for its strong art presence. He markets his chairs at arts and crafts shows, through sales on the Internet, and to people who are welcome to walk into his shop at 125 South Main in Spring City, right across the street from the old rock church. Visit his website at: www.jockswindsors.com.

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