We here at the Porch do like a good map. And so, we are interested in any blog post that lists 7 must-read books on maps.
Like this one.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Proof
Last year when my main computer needed to be replaced, the new box came with Windows 7, which I like. One problem, the Cannon scanner software doesn't communicate with the new system. I considered upgrading the scanner software, but have decided to move it to my other computer instead, which is still using Windows XP.
Which means it's about time to pack away the old HP scanner, which is slow, noisy, sometimes balky, and not that user friendly. I'd have jettisoned it long ago, except that:
A. It still works, and
B. It has a transparency adapter so I can scan in 35mm negatives and 2" x 2" slides.
All that preamble to tell you that I've started a massive project to scan all my slides. I'm not very far into the project; I'm up to about 1956. I had a rather exciting "Aha moment" when I noticed something in this slide, for the first time yesterday; and I've seen it many times over the years. This is from my first birthday.
On or near November 12, 1954, and appropriate to this blog, this was in Grandma and Poppy's kitchen. Left to right, my Uncle Bud, me, and my sister Connie (I'm not sure why she's staring at the wallpaper). Now Cousin Mike, see if you notice anything...interesting about this picture. I'll give you a few moments...
Hint: I've mentioned this here before (paragraphs 17 & 18), it's an old family story.
What we have here is photographic proof of waaaaaay back when I started out as a lefty, before my dad trained me out of that, and made me mixed-handed. Before yesterday, I didn't realize there was any evidence. It's neat the things I discover when I look through old stuff.
Oh, and another bit of trivia. The windowpanes slid into the walls, and you'll notice the one on the right side is open. I'm sure this wasn't too late in the evening, but it was already dark. And though this was in southern Missouri, November evenings are usually cool there. But this was 1954, an unusually hot year, or so they tell me.
While I'm in the mood, here's a few more pictures from that evening.
This one was actually taken just before the one at the top. I don't know if Connie's trying to get my attention or Bud's. And I don't know if Bud just sampled some of the cake, or if he was prompting me what to do next. Well, we can see the story, even if we don't know the dialog. This next image I cropped...seemed to improve it, I think.
I hope you enjoyed those!
Which means it's about time to pack away the old HP scanner, which is slow, noisy, sometimes balky, and not that user friendly. I'd have jettisoned it long ago, except that:
A. It still works, and
B. It has a transparency adapter so I can scan in 35mm negatives and 2" x 2" slides.
All that preamble to tell you that I've started a massive project to scan all my slides. I'm not very far into the project; I'm up to about 1956. I had a rather exciting "Aha moment" when I noticed something in this slide, for the first time yesterday; and I've seen it many times over the years. This is from my first birthday.
On or near November 12, 1954, and appropriate to this blog, this was in Grandma and Poppy's kitchen. Left to right, my Uncle Bud, me, and my sister Connie (I'm not sure why she's staring at the wallpaper). Now Cousin Mike, see if you notice anything...interesting about this picture. I'll give you a few moments...
Hint: I've mentioned this here before (paragraphs 17 & 18), it's an old family story.
What we have here is photographic proof of waaaaaay back when I started out as a lefty, before my dad trained me out of that, and made me mixed-handed. Before yesterday, I didn't realize there was any evidence. It's neat the things I discover when I look through old stuff.
Oh, and another bit of trivia. The windowpanes slid into the walls, and you'll notice the one on the right side is open. I'm sure this wasn't too late in the evening, but it was already dark. And though this was in southern Missouri, November evenings are usually cool there. But this was 1954, an unusually hot year, or so they tell me.
While I'm in the mood, here's a few more pictures from that evening.
This one was actually taken just before the one at the top. I don't know if Connie's trying to get my attention or Bud's. And I don't know if Bud just sampled some of the cake, or if he was prompting me what to do next. Well, we can see the story, even if we don't know the dialog. This next image I cropped...seemed to improve it, I think.
I hope you enjoyed those!
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