Like A Teapot

I'll go with lucky. It's a more peaceful story.

Did you see him lighting up a smoke?

Or lucky strike?
Sneaking up on people lately, are you?

These folks were in my way when I was searching for a fine spot to...you know...do what I do as a pro.

You should have boldly told them to p*ss off.

Hope that´s his wife/girlfriend and not mistress, I mean if his wife is on MyOpera and discover this...

Nice shots, SC ... I like them all, for different reasons.

As for lucky or unlucky, I pick unlucky ... he managed to get himself hooked on tobacco.

BTW ... is that a log boom out there in the water?

Why did you pick "IMGLEFT", insread of "IMGCENTER"?

I like the photos and the story.
i prefer to go with the lucky old bastard scenario.
Yeah, smoking's not my thing, but it looks like this guy is "too old to die young", so my hat's off to him anyway

i like them all as well, each for its own reason.

as for the cigarette he lit up, i am proud to say that i haven't done that in almost 9 years.

Thank you everyone for the nice comments.

BTW ... is that a log boom out there in the water?

Is a pile of logs called log boom? There are piles of piles of logs on the two major rivers here. I wonder about them often.

Why did you pick "IMGLEFT", insread of "IMGCENTER"?

I simply don't like the pictures in my blog to be too large. MyOpera automatically enlarges the pictures in a post to fill up the whole post space, when they are placed center. It was not like this until months ago.

i am proud to say that i haven't done that in almost 9 years.

Good for you, Kim. Glad to hear you are able to manage that.

Okay, I found this:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A log boom was a barrier placed in a river, designed to collect and or contain floating logs timbered from nearby forests sometimes called a fence or bag. The term is also used as a place where logs were collected into booms, as at the mouth of a river. With several firms driving on the same stream, it was necessary to direct the logs to their owner's respective booms, with each log identified by its own patented Timber Mark.

As the logs proceeded downstream, they encountered these booms in a manner that allowed log drivers to control their progress, eventually guiding them to the river mouth or sawmills. Most importantly, the booms could be towed across lakes, like rafts, or anchored while individual logs awaited their turn to go through the mill. Booms prevented the escape into open waters of these valuable assets.

Log boom foundations were commonly constructed of piles or large stones placed into cribs in a river to form small islands. The booms were themselves large floating logs linked together end to end, like a large floating chain connecting the foundations while strategically guiding the transported logs along their path.

Log booms were used in the United States and Canada, during the 19th and early 20th centuries.

Thanks for the question. I learned something today.

i am proud to say that i haven't done that in almost 9 years.

I must really convey my congratulations.

Woot! That is the *best* decision you can take, EVER!

Damned right! I tried to do it for years, but failed every time but the last time ... it took a double bypass and abject terror to help me through it, but I've been off the stuff for about ten or eleven years now.

wtg

It usually takes some serious health issues of the smokers themselves to toughen the resolve to quit. Occasionally people suddenly decide to quit after seeing one of their friends or family members did. I would not push people. I would say something only if I like him or her enough and I would not even repeat more than twice. I have empathy and relevant knowledge from my father's smoking experience.

Originally posted by late bloom:

i prefer to go with the lucky old bastard scenario.
Yeah, smoking's not my thing, but it looks like this guy is "too old to die young", so my hat's off to him anyway.

That's a true Gemini talking.