Why is a linoleum floor like a husband?
Because if you lay it right, you can walk on it for thirty years.
I don’t know what Asian tradition I captured with this photo, but it dovetailed all too nicely with that joke. I snapped it after we had retraced our path back down, from up atop Art Hill, where we had just set the Guinness World Record for rolling down said hill. We are the Champions, my friends, blah, blah, blah. As far as I am concerned, if you played or coached, or even watched T-ball, then you are a champion for life. There was a group of people doing a wedding shoot off to the side of the Grand Basin, where I shot this photograph. Sometimes jokes that involve wordplay require a visual aid. It is just serendipity when it all works out.