jack's o'lantern

Where does one draw the line between art, a mild form of child abuse and just purely amazing? 

artist: goldie

subject: jack g.

photographer: ribods

location: 715

purpose: pumpkin-butt halloween cards

a beautiful place

What makes a place beautiful?

Is it the buildings?

Or the mountains?

Maybe the language?

Could it be the drinks?

Perhaps it's the people we meet.

Or the laughs that we laughed.

I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

 It's hard to say that this place chosen to exchange vows, somewhere in the mountains, on a lake, somewhere in neutral territory in a far away land is anything but...beautiful.

For this and more, come to Spiez

i'm coming home

When I was a student at Somers High School, there was something always magical about homecoming.  Maybe it was the entire week of spirit days leading up to the football game or perhaps feeling a sense of not only having Tusker pride, but class pride as well.  On that fall weekend each year in the late-90's, the air always got a little cooler, there were parties, car pools, ridiculous clothing, and face paint all throughout Somers.  

 We were serious about our spirit.

And now...the year is 2010 and I return to that same field for the first time since I graduated.  The field is now covered in turf and the school has been redesigned.  I almost cannot even recognize it, but I notice the sea of red, black, white and silver.  There is still face paint and Tusker pride is greater than I have seen it in a long time.  

I found myself sitting with a few former classmates on this beautiful evening.  We caught up.  We reminisced.  We laughed.  We cheered.  We were Tuskers. 

Even the love birds came out.

 And I experienced the new, up and coming generation of Tuskers.
(all of these kiddies were produced by one tusker)

  Not too different from the older generation of Tuskers.

There were no class floats going around the track.  No t-shirts made with the Superman "S." There was no bon-fire. The band was half the size as I remember it.  The cheerleaders just weren't as loud without Ashley, Laura, Tara, Angela, Dana, Jacky, and Jenn screaming, "BOOM Dynamite....BOOM BOOM Dynamite."

It's okay...because I was home.