You read that correctly . . . this is my arch finale, finally. I had fun searching for arches this month, but now I’m suffering from a case of arch overload. (Which, along with Scott and Rocky, might be partially to blame for that miserable body arch thing I posted yesterday.) I am now seeing arches everywhere — even in my sleep. Sometimes I see arches in things that aren’t actually arches. Today’s collection of pictures are a good example of such imaginary arches. Here they are:
That’s all the arches I’ve got for now, but I look forward to participating in next month’s challenge. I will try to pace myself for that one. Before I go, however, I’d like to present my latest motion picture.
Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.
12 response to "Arch Finale"
These are ALL great, but especially the heron. I hear you though. It’s about time to come up with a new theme.
Thanks Scott, and yes, I do believe I lucked out with a gem in that heron picture.
In these coming ten days, you are bound to see the most irresistible arch…
You’re right, Suzanne. I know it will happen. That’s why I try to never say “never” but no matter how awesome my next arch sighting is, I refuse to give in to my arch overload syndrome.
Suzanne beat me to it, but I’ll bet that with ten more days to go, you can’t resist doing another arch post.
The Las Vegas oddsmakers have posted 8:1 odds that I will back out of my pledge. I will take your bet. A $100 wager could earn you an $800 return.
Well, I don’t think I would trust those Las Vegas oddsmakers. And, I don’t want to give you any extra incentive NOT to post!
Nothing imaginary that I see. I know what you mean about being a little overloaded with them though. At least arches were something I saw on rides.
Great collection of arches!
The heron’s wings are in the form of arches.
Is I C Mertz any relation to Fred?
I know you can’t herd cats, but now I know, you can’t herd geese either!
I’m pretty sure J. C. (Fred) Mertz was the same Fred Mertz who married Ethel and lived in the same apartment building as Lucy and Desi. Eventually he moved away from New York and came to MY Town, where his name will forever be enshrined above the historic main street.
Personally, I never totally got into that show, though I only saw them in re-runs. I did laugh at a few episodes, but other than Fred, the characters were a little too obnoxious. I had the same problem with “Laverne and Shirley” a couple decades later. And a lot of the sit-coms of today too.
I think you should get extra credit for the Archer’s sign! The guys think that water body with the bridge looks delightful for a float. I remember the geese being terrible in Ft Collins, too. In my first year at uni, when we wanted to get out of the dorms for a change of scenery and to study, we’d take beach towels down to the park. Eventually we stole soup spoons from the cafeteria so we had something to scoop all the goose poop away with to make room for our towels. My roommate did the exact same thing you did once, only the geese did not part, she partly ran into one and another one came at her hissing!
Oh man, I had to laugh at the antics of you and your friends in Fort Collins. You said you would have loved to have seen me setting my timer and posing for my human arch pictures, but try to imagine how much I would have loved seeing you guys scooping up goose droppings so that you could lay your beach towels over the spots where the goose poop formerly laid. EEEW! But then, when I was in college, we laid our towels right on the sandy beaches of Lake Superior where seagulls most certainly pooped and we never even thought about it.
I think the geese that have established their territory in parks stand their ground more than any other bird. Truly wild geese fly off when I approach, but there have been times where, like your roommate, I’ve been hissed at by the alpha-geese of park-dwelling gaggles.