For various reasons*, I wasn’t feeling it over the weekend when I should have been outside somewhere making photos. So I walked around my house to see what I could find.
Those Big Bend glasses were my dad’s; getting something like that on a trip was not something he did often (or at all), so I don’t know what was going on to inspire the purchase. But the idea of my dad buying those glasses and getting them home and then never using them is sometimes** enough to bring tears to my eyes.
We use them a lot; we’ve got these things that make giant, spherical ice cubes*** that fit nicely into these glasses. Then add whiskey or something similar…
*Saturday – the wind was blowing approximately 1,000 miles/hour. And it was dusty.
Sunday – it was cold. Also, I was lazy.
***I guess they’re not really ice cubes if they’re spheres, but you know what I mean.