May 30 2007
Wordless Wednesday Six
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Mark
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I’m trying to work out what it is. Looked like a Hangmans noose at first!
I would go with the Hangmans noose as well. Interesting!!!
Come over and share in my Sunset!!! Happy WW!!!
Hmmm….that’s not a hangman’s noose….at least not a traditional one. I’m leaning toward some sort of kinky handcuff. How risque, Mark ;)
*chuckling* I ‘m with Moksha Gren…. I thought of handcuffs at first….
Kinky Mark… kinky! *LOL*
I know that you do the hoola hoop but do you also do the rings in the Olympics? :) Very impressive.
“Now class, you’ll note today that there’s a new addition to the room. Over by the window is a handle that hangs just out of reach of the tallest of you. It’s been measured carefully. If you’re wondering what it’s for, let me explain: budget cuts mean that we either close the school, or reduce class sizes to the point where we can lay off the most junior staff. As a teacher who holds over a decade of tenure here, you may be assured that I strongly support the latter option. So, we have devised a fair and unbiased means of winnowing the class sizes down to an acceptable level. Each student must step up on the stool and pull the handle after entering their student ID in the nearby computer. Your current grade point average was used to create an inverse probability factor to determine whether or not the trap door beneath your feet will drop out from under you, causing you to plummet into the massive holding tank beneath the school. The dumber you are, the higher the chance of the trap door opening. Keep in mind there are sharks with frikkin’ laser beams attached to their heads in the tank.”
“But Mr. Jenkins, do you really expect us to believe that there’s a pool under the school infested with sharks who have laser beams attached to their heads, conjured up apparently overnight in a bid to reduce enrolment at this school so the newest staff members will be laid off — all just so you can keep your job?!”
“No, little Jimmy, I expect you to die.”
Being in a boathouse, it must be some kind of something that helps lift.
Interesting, whatever it is :)
Happy WW!
I LOVE that picture!
Ok…I just see the pull for the blinds. No? Well I’m only mildly creative.;)
I’m trying to figure out if we’re looking at the actual ring or just the shadow of the ring cast on the outside of the window. Could be a Olympic-style ring like Anna guessed. Or a pulley system of some sort.
What an excellent mystery you’ve posed, Mark. And what a warped, warped world you live in, Simon.
Suspense can be over now…
First, not a hangman’s noose and not handcuffs (you naughty little monkeys).
Not in a boathouse, but in a bathhouse (admittedly that’s not one word, but I went with it)
Not a pull for the blinds.
Simon - Hilarious long caption. Thanks. Still looking forward to your first short (fiction) story post.
Bridget - Thanks.
Anna gets the prize today.
I shot this picture in the top floor of the Fordyce Bath House in Hot Springs, Arkansas in 1992, using my trusty Pentax K1000. This large room, called the “gym,” contained lots of exercise equipment including, as Anna so aptly surmised, a set of rings similar to those used in the Olympics.
This town, now more famous for its horse track Oaklawn Park, boomed back in the days when the naturally hot springs were believed to have healing and restorative powers. Many tourists still include a good soak when making up their itinerary.
My absolute favorite picture from that room, and from that trip, is featured in an 11×14 in my parents’ living room. I might share that one soon. I think maybe I have already. Hmmm…
Moksha - Looks like my long-winded comment overlapped yours.
It’s the actual ring, from inside the room. I used a 135mm telephoto, which makes everything in the picture seem closer together than it really is (oh boy, I feel a great how-to coming on).
Torture chamber? Bell pull? lol
Write from Karen - Interestingly, you are a NaNoWriMo participant. I was in 2002, and fell short by 10,000 words. My story was, as luck would have it, a murder mystery set in Hot Springs, where this bath house is located.
Small world.
interesting shot, I’m with Kelly on the blinds
Moksha, you’re only seeing the fringes of the world I live in. It’s the stuff I don’t reveal in the written word that may really scare some people. Scare them enough to go spelunking in a water drainage ditch.
Mark, I’m sure I’ll get around to writing something fictional some day. Finding the inspiration and carving out the time are the hard parts. Well, maybe the actual writing too.
It is a lovely photo.
Si - Now I really am scared. I mean…what would the warped chaos of your mind do to those of us who already go wading through dark caverns of our city’s runoff? Surely nothing so twisted as attempting to make a concrete mold of some random plastic cup that’s been stuck in a roadside drain…surely that is too much even for you to inflict on some poor mind.
Sometimes it is good to be late. The mystery has been disclosed and I don’t have to go to bed and think about handcuffs instead of Olympic rings. Sheesh!
I can’t believe I got that right?!?!?!
Thanks for the comment on my blog…I totally know what you mean…I am so grateful to be living here while I am doing my photoblog. We will be moving home at some point and so I wonder how my images will be different when faced with American suburbia. Hhhhmmm….food for thought. We shall see….
:) Have a good one Mark!
Sheesh. I thought I was going to be original with a snarky little comment about handcuffs.
Moksha, now you’re going entire too far. That’s just plain ol’ wacky!
Welby….you absolutely HAVE to share the “other” photo from this old gym, that is proudly displayed in mom and dad’s living room. It’s one of my all-time favs. The lighting…etc., is just too cool.
I don’t really have any intelligent comments to offer other than I really like the picture.
Susan and I visited Hot Springs, and this gym, when we had been dating for one year.