I was going to tittle it "Acorn Butt" but let's face it "Acorn Ass" has a nice ring to it.
You don't see a whole lot of Oak trees where I live. It is one of the first things I noticed (after the I got over the whole cold/snow thing) when I moved up here. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for Oak trees.
We had a huge Oak that grew in the backyard of the house we grew up in. I remember a particular camp ground we would go to that was full of big beautiful Oak trees. How about that huge Oak that grew right in the middle of the main street in downtown Danville. (I think it may be gone now?)
I noticed this Oak tree while walking the kids to school one day. I have meaning to take its picture for a couple of seasons now. The changing colours had me out of the house with my camera on a special walk just to grab a few pictures of it.
In the picture above I was not really trying to get the ass end of the acorn. The wind was blowing like mad and that is the end mother nature pointed at me when the camera clicked. I love it.
Pictured below: that's me, on a dirt bike. My maiden voyage. Fun and bit scary. I never did make it out of second gear. I played around with changing gears a lot. First to second, second to first, getting the hang of the clutch being in my hand and the changing gears with my foot when I have done just the opposite since I learned to drive.
Sunday Paul, Sebass and myself are taking a dirt bike course with the Yamaha dealership here in town. If you are going to do it you may as well learn as much as you can about technique. I am hoping they cover tips and tricks on how to fall...