It’s FREEZING!! The man is dressed funny. He isn’t dressed for skiing. He looks messy.
It looks like an orchard. Because it’s linear – going up a hill. He’s skiing. Both of them are. They’re just people who live in the country and can enjoy the countryside around them.
He’s taking his dog for a walk. They’re skiing, though, because it’s skiing weather. I’m not sure about that mushroom cloud in the background, though. But they’re just enjoying a winter day.
The man’s name is Henry. He’s 45. His job is to patrol the mountains and look for lost skiers. They live in the suburbs – if they were called suburbs in those days. They probably need to leave the dog away if they’re intending to do some serious skiing. They’re just frolicking. Or more serious. But they’re just getting started.
There’s a person with a huge bottom! It’s a local farmer – he’s not with Henry. He’s the key to the picture – this friend with the butt in the air. He says, “The heck with you!”
It’s 1925. December. There’s snow. He looks like he’s coming from a New Year’s Eve party. The party was at a friends house. Now they’re getting ready to go downhill. The dog will follow them. He doesn’t need skis. He’s cold, though. The dogs name is Rover.
Henry’s wife took the picture. Someone in the background is stooping and that’s the funniest part for her. These were the people in attendance.
Whoever took the picture was smiling and possibly laughed a lot because that rear end was in the picture. Some humor! It might even be someone we don’t know.
They’re in California. In snow country. Around San Francisco. Northern or eastern. Anywhere.
His pants look like they were second nature. His hat looks rather dapper. They come from somewhere else – from a village. If they lived close by he wouldn’t be dressed like this. The pants are kind of beige or gray. I think he wanted to make a statement with his hat. This guy has a tie on. It’s multicolored. It’s like a silk tie. It’s shiny. He isn’t dressed very warm for skiing. The shirt is flannel and he probably has several layers on. His pants look like something he threw on at the last minute. The hat is sort of a statement. There’s a feather right on top of his cap. Kind of strange, but he put it there.
Yee-haw! Being there would be part of feeling good. Emoting. Inhaling. Breathing.
He has a strange look on his face. He’s saying, “So what?” He looks quite content. Happy. If you look closely, though, he’s saying, “I dare you!” He’s saying, “Hurry up and take the picture, because I’m cold! Hurry up!”
He is not a handsome m an. I wouldn’t be his friend. He’s too skinny. He thinks he’s a rockstar.
He only has one ski pole. And he went to a party last night. He’s daring somebody. They told him he couldn’t ski, but he’s saying, “Watch me!”
After skiing they’ll have a party in the lodge. There will be food and drinks and a nice warm fire in the fireplace. Marshmallows to toast. And hot chocolate and then everybody takes a nap.
Except for the dog. He’s a watchdog. But he can sleep, too. He’s done his work for the moment.