A container holds something. A car holds people. Therefore a car is a container.
Actually, the museum building is also a container. It contained mock buildings, which contained relics.
Container is a noun. Contain is a verb. Vince and his son could hardly contain their excitement when we went to the California Auto Museum in Sacramento. Uncontained excitement, like uncontained anything spills out and gets all over.
Their excitement spilled all over me, and I loved the museum, too. My pick for today’s visit – a classic Woody. This container even contains a container in the back.
If you ever get to Sacramento, don’t miss this well-kept secret.
I’ve needed a place to post some of these wonderful pictures I took in Chicago.
I bet they are seeing different scenery out of them than Randy and I did when we visited in October.
The temperature on October 12 in Chicago was over 80 degrees. Randy and I took the Chicago River Architectural Tour, which I recommend.
The height of these buildings made it almost impossible to photograph the entire building as we passed by slowly. Can you imagine how many windows are in the Chicago high-rise buildings? And each window represents many working Americans. Amazing isn’t it?
One of the wonderful things about windows is their ability to reflect. These buildings look resplendent wearing nothing but their own sparkles.
Some windows clothe themselves in their surroundings.
Or can you just see through the building? Windows fool us.
Sometimes they create a scene, but we don’t accuse them of being temperamental. 🙂
Many of the buildings had so many windows we wondered how they stayed up. We could hardly see their framework.
Buildings without many windows depress me. I wonder if the people who work in this brick building suffer from depression more often than the ones in the buildings with lots of open windows? Our eyes are tiny in comparison to windows, so does the size of the window matter?
From the outside, windows that are not square and have details appeal to me.
Architects love to decorate windows with balconies. Inside, some folks want to cut off the view with blinds or shades. Other folks leave their open. Which way do you function better? Windows open or closed?
Up close these windows are probably flat, but from a distance they remind me of windshields because the building curves. I wonder what drives the people inside?
Simple rectangles decorate these windows.
Even the bridges in Chicago had windows. Engineers just didn’t bother to put glass in the windows. Does glass make the window?
For some challenges I have to go out and take pictures to have something to share. I had the opposite problem here. This was one city, and a fraction of the pictures. My dad used to show slide shows when people came to visit. I always fell asleep there were so many slides.
Dad droned, “And this is… ” zzzzzz
Hope you stayed awake watching my blog show. If you are still awake, there are lots more windows here.
Layers conjures all kinds of images for me. As a gal from the Midwest, I learned to dress in layers, but layers envelops us at even more basic levels than that. These pictures all came from our Accidental Vacation to the Oregon Coast then down the northern California Coast.
For example, here is an example of the air we breathe. When we can see it, we can tell it comes in layers. The more layers you see, the less you see what’s behind the layers. In this case, a hillside obscured by layers.
Trees grow layer after layer, year after year. When we harvest the tree, we shave layers off it to shape it into a form that pleases us. Then we add layers of protective coating to it so that it stays beautiful forever. If we add too many layers of even clear varnish, we lose the beauty, and it can chip as it becomes brittle.
This next picture has so many layers that it distorts the picture. Layers do distort. This next picture has so many layers that I can’t even count them all. Maybe you can.
How many layers did you count, and what were they?