Gezin picknickt naast hun DAF / Dutch family having a picnic (by Nationaal Archief)
Two couples have a cookout in Cherokee National Forest. Photo by J. Baylor Roberts. Who doesn’t love picnics?
Ernest Hemingway with his sons and his wife Martha Gellhorn. Sun Valley, Idaho, 1941. Photo by Robert Capa. Today’s Pictures: Picknicking.
“Look for a creamy patch. It’s called the field spot — the place where the watermelon rested on the ground. The deeper in color, the longer the fully grown melon was on the vine getting sweet.”
Saying grace before the barbeque dinner at the New Mexico Fair. Pie Town, New Mexico, October 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Russell Lee. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress. Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943. Amazing how much better off we are, just 70 years later. (via)
Sergio Leone | The Surrealist Western « Chasing Light. A great review of shots and motifs in Leone’s movies.
Hear, hear. The fact that this seems novel and exciting is telling:
The motto of informality is: “Let’s do things the easiest, most convenient way and never mind how they seem, because nobody is paying any attention, anyway.”
Formality says: “Yes, it does matter, and the surrender of individuality to high group standards is a trivial sacrifice to the overall beauty of the thing.”
At a formal picnic, people do not wear exercise clothes, serve food in packages from the store, eat wandering around whenever they feel like it or treat bits of paper as napkins, cardboard as plates and plastic as flatware.
Food is served on non-absorbent materials, to be eaten with unbreakable utensils, and the fact that a table cloth, napkins, dishes and cutlery will have to be washed afterward is accepted as one of the burdens of civilization.
Dress does not begin with a surrender to the heat, but the optimistic, if vain, idea that one can rise above it, so to speak. Gradual reactions, such as fanning, forehead mopping and the rolling up of sleeves or baring of feet to dangle in creeks, are considered more exciting than just starting out by sweating into one’s gym suit.
In 1973, Toni and Ria Harting spent a small inheritance on three weeks enjoying 10 three-star restaurants in France.
“My mother was as adventurous as I am. She said to me, just before she died, ‘I don’t want you to put it in the bank. Use it for something nice…something that you enjoy.’ So I thought, ‘I enjoy France, I enjoy food, I enjoy travel, and I enjoy my wife.’”