Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Bottles and Chain
A walk down Wharf Street early enough that most outside restaurant tables sit alone in the sunlight affords you some interesting subjects. Here's one. Often times, the 'little picture' reveals a much more telling story than the bigs, doesn't it. A barrel of old bottles, smothered with a rusting chain, seems quite symbolic to me. And it reminds me of Dad's many forays into the bottling of his homemade root beer, including the batch that during the day, exploded one by one beneath the kitchen floor. Disaster! However, it did make that musty cellar smell pretty 'flavorable' for awhile. Ha!