Wednesday, December 26, 2007
For a sneak peek of even more of her hats, visit her blog. Colleen's a talented, published writer whose charm and skill is regularly displayed on her friendly, eclectic blog. She's a Scrabble player par excellence, a photographer, a poet, a story-teller of the highest order, a small town girl (Floyd, VA) with friends around the country. And she likes to dance!
Unfortunately, she thinks hats are just props. Just props? Naw, I don't think so. Without this leopard hat, she'd just be another pretty face.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
And Darling's Mom knows how to take a picture, too, doesn't she!?!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"I like your hat," I said.
She turned softly toward me, the way a Princess turns to acknowledge someone. "Do you really?" she replied.
"Yes, ma'am. Do you wear hats a lot?"
"Not really," she replied. "But you know, with this wet, rainy weather—[pause]—and I'm in and out shopping today—its just so much easier than an umbrella."
"Well, I like it," I told her. I explained my blog and gave her one of my cards.
She leaned toward me and, out of the side of her mouth, quietly asked, "Where's your camera?"
"Out in the car. Hold on, I'll go get it." And out into the cold I went for it.
"You're serious about this aren't you," she said when I came back. "What will your wife say?"
For the record, My Wife thinks this is a "cool" picture.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Naturally, I chased them down and asked for a picture. She graciously said, "I'd like that." Di was a charm! Pretty as a princess and as friendly as can be. And it's all in her eyes. After I took the picture, I gave her my card (it has my blog URL on it) and invited her to take a look at the other folks. You know what she said?
"I'll do that. And I'll pray for every one of them, too."
I'm just sure there will be hats in heaven.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Last summer, just a day or two before school started, I walked past Alex and some friends who were busy in some hot, noontime skateboarding. On my next lap around the park, I stopped and asked if I could take pictures. The others were a little shy, but Alex said, “Well, if you want a picture of someone messing up all the time, I’m the one.”
“Do you wear that hat all the time?” I asked. “It’s pretty nice.”
It's an expensive cap with all the NFL team logos on it.
Actually, she pretty good on a skateboard. She’s unafraid, she’s fast and she can do several skillful things. She's better on that thin little rolling board than I am with my camera. I couldn't catch her in the air.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
My First Wife and I recently attended the play, “My Fair Lady.” What a performance! That play is full of wonderful hats! Better yet, it's full of wonderful junior high and high school students who performed it. They played in the orchestra, too, and did all the stage work, and—oh, we’re proud of those kids. All of them.
These are not the best photos because I took them—without flash!—from the back of their small auditorium. Nevertheless, we’re proud of these hats…er, kids!
Eliza Doolittle and
And the young man, third from the right, is our grandson. Uh-oh. Now you know why we went to the play. But really: you shoulda been there.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
And then this Mommy was carefully leading her girls across the road and on up the trail. All three of them smiled at me and said, "Hi." Bless 'em, too.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
They're really not policemen; they're rent-a-cops and were on their way to escort a funeral procession. I talked to Eric a minute. He said they're both proud of their jobs--and their hats.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Oh, by the way: her hat features those awesome "stampede strings."
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Once I saw him driving away from the grocery store. I didn’t know he could drive a car, because he has MS or MD; I can never remember which. That doesn’t keep him from doing what he enjoys: walking Lucky two or three times a day. Dean and Lucky will stay out about a half an hour at a time or until Lucky gets tired. Then he jumps up onto Dean’s scooter for the long ride home. Lucky is blind.
What a world we live in! Lucky can't see, Dean can't walk; but they can go around the block together! Dean and Lucky make life inspirational for the rest of us, don't they?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
She has some good-looking kids, too. And she knows what to do with the business end of a camera. So natcherly, a pretty girl and a good camera always go well together. She sent me these pictures of her daughter, Darling, who wears a Hat quite well, don't you think?
Monday, October 8, 2007
My oldest grandson Mike is an actor and performs regularly with Christian Youth Theater. This picture was taken immediately after the play/musical Tom Sawyer, makeup still in place. Mike played a secondary character this time, and if you look closely, you can see the mike taped to Mike’s right cheek. He earned the coveted “Screwball Award” for adding a little levity to his role. But you can trust me—his proud granddad—he’s no screwball. The kid knows what to do with a mike. Aptly named.
Yes, every hat has a story, and this hat appeared in six performances on top of my grandson’s head—not to mention rehearsals. Mike made it look good, didn't he?
Friday, October 5, 2007
"For some reason," Wordwhiz said, "my 13-year-old son 'PacMan' has a fascination with the beatnik generation. Not too long ago he and his sister "C" put on these hats. The transformation from small-town-kids-next-door to far out, groovy hippies was captured on film—or should I say, digital memory card?"
Every hat has a story and in this lower picture Jack Kerouac's stories come to my mind.
Wordwhiz has another son who wears a military helmet. Pray for him. If he hasn't gone overseas yet, he will be going soon. Oh, and give Wordwhiz a visit. She's terrific—and she knows how to write.
Monday, October 1, 2007
The day was a hot one, so her dad bought hats to provide shade from the scorching sun. This picture was taken at Noccalula Falls; Gadsden, AL last August. Jamie Dawn's son passed on his grandad's offer for a hat, but agreed to take this picture of his mom, grandad, and uncle—looking "ridiculous."
Jamie Dawn, her dad Jim, and her brother Jason
Saturday, September 22, 2007
In the first picture, her husband Joe is presenting her with a bouquet of roses at the finish line. Joe had already finished the race, went home for a shower and a change of clothes, stopped by a florist for the flowers and then made it back to finish line in plenty of time to cheer for Julia. That's Julia in the white hat—still huffing and puffing.
In the second picture, Julia's a little more composed, thinking, "This man is a keeper!"
Julia also has an affinity for bucket hats.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Ralph is an excellent story-teller, photographer, golfer and all-around upright man. Many months ago, before I had my Hats blog, he made the mistake of publishing this picture. I told him what I was about to do and he said I could use the picture. So we can say that Ralph is the first contributor to my Hats blog. Thanks Ralph.
Then his daughter got married recently and just before he walked her down the aisle, our friend Cliff Morrow snapped this picture. Right in front of a magnificent Colorado Blue Spruce. Ralph cleans up real good, don’t he?
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
These pictures were taken at Daniel’s wedding about five years ago. Being black and white adds a touch of class.
See, look. Smiles all around. “…it was a last minute whim…” to wear those hats. That’s Daniel in the middle, Dad on the left and Mom on the other left.
Now, knowing what’s behind the scene—a wedding—this is one romantic picture. Where’d they go? There must have been a dance floor somewhere.
"Blessings. Be fruitful and multiply your smiles—and your hats."
Friday, August 31, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
What did your mother/grandmother wear to church—on her head? Lemme see.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I parked and ran across traffic and climbed up there with him. I asked if I could take his picture. "Sure, go ahead," he said. I have such a good new camera that he never knew when I tripped the shutter. "I just came up here for a little rest and a cigarette."
We talked for about 10 minutes. He told me he was from "All over!" He had walked from Belton, Missouri, to this spot since 7 a.m. That was about 8 hours and 14 miles ago, and "I've still got 12 miles to go." He was on his way to "...see about gettin' a job down on Front Street."
The best part of our whole meeting was, "I sure do appreciate you stopping and talking with me. Nobody ever does that. Thanks a lot, man. A picture of my hat, huh? I've had it for two years. Worn it everywhere." I got blessed by this homeless and sunburned young man and I hope I see him again someday.
Friday, August 17, 2007
There’s a new employee where I work who has a new baby girl. Her name is Elsa.
“Elsa!?” I exclaimed. “I just finished writing a story about a girl named Elsa.”
“Really?” New Employee asked with a big, wide smile. “There aren’t too many Elsa’s around.”
I gave him a copy of the story (and it’s a good story) and he took it home to his wife—and little Elsa. Not long after that there was a pretty picture of Elsa on his desk. I asked him for it for my Hats! blog. He gave me three pictures of Elsa. Welcome her. She’s only been here a few months.
Elsa (with the Hat) and her mom, Rebecca.
It's her first time at a swimming pool.
Elsa. Her hat is a skew and her door is a jar.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Matthew was in line ahead of me at the supermarket deli. Lunchtime. I asked if I could take his picture and he said, “Sure.” He called his hat a “Tam O’Shanter, but without the button up here in the middle.” I thought it was a beret, but he knows better than I.
“Do you wear it a lot?” I asked.
“All the time! I used to have a wool one, but I wore it out, so I just got this a little while ago.”
We talked some more while we waited for our orders. Lo and behold! We work in the same industry; we used to work in the same building; and we have a couple of mutual friends. They don’t wear hats, though.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Vicki and her retired friends faithfully play tennis every weekday from 10 till noon in one of the prettiest neighborhood parks around. Vicki is the ringleader. Actually, they let anybody play—retired or not. One of the friendliest people I ever ran across, Vicki never met anyone she didn't like. Her smile and her face define her: lots of character; lots of integrity; lots of friendliness, lots of "vim and vinegar." Her visor defines her morning activities. (July 2007).
Monday, August 6, 2007
Two interesting things about Herb: first, not only was he the first person to send a picture, he was also the first person to see my new blog. And he found it sorta by accident, liked what he saw and sent his picture. "I like hats!" he exclaimed. Second, I think he's a preacher or a youth pastor.
He has a nifty blog that all good people should read and enjoy. Stop by and tip your hat to him.
By the way, just today I bought a hat like his.