There- I put it right in the title – Horse Piss Beer- so there are no surprises about the photo of the day. I try to keep things family friendly on the blog but this is about family.
My son Mark is on business in Kentucky and sent me this on the phone tonight. He’s near Lexington. I love when my family sends me a photo and says “for the blog” and the other reason I’m posting-
My dad always told us that beer tasted like horse piss. I think that was to make us not want to drink it. Now he was born in 1912 in Farmersville Illinois and grew up on a farm that included horses but I doubt he actually tasted the urine from any horse. My parents didn’t drink but my father’s father surely did and that is why my dad did not. So maybe he knew what he was talking about, the taste was like the scent? One of the reviews of the beer said it smells like tomatoes.
This is not an endorsement for drinking this golden colored brew ( I went and read a few reviews and am not seeking a sample!) but their website states
“Horse Piss Beer is dedicated to helping others. A percentage of the sales of the beer and merchandise will be donated to help disabled jockeys and adoption programs for our equine friends.”
My father and his warnings about the taste of beer made me feel my dad was sending me a message with Mark’s photo. Seriously. And so I share it with you.
and a photo I took in a backyard at a birthday party almost two weeks ago (thanks BJ and T)
About number six on the list of definitions of the word through - Having finished; at completion
Went to Farm to Table Conference (courtesy of Erin Hart, Thank You! and stay tuned for a post tomorrow highlighting the conference)
I ventured out onto the balcony to shoot the bridges, helicopters landing at Allegheny Hospital and the Allegheny River. At the end of the balcony I found this receptacle filled with items – looked like the people were THROUGH – as in finished- the people who left their cigarettes and soft drinks and beer bottles were definitely THROUGH and they were probably not from the Raw Milk and Organic Fruits and Vegetables crowd.
Not a soul was out there lighting up. But everything seemed in a perfect place in the circle of the trash, an interesting composition.
You know how I enjoy the idea of a garbageologist as a second career. My mother always said, you can tell a lot about people by their garbage.
And when I turned to go back into the Convention Center, I looked through the window and saw these boys and two male figures, looking out through the windows to see the Allegheny River.
And here are fellow bloggers responses to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Through