“But suppose the endlessly dead were to
wake in us some emblem:
they might point to the catkins hanging
from the empty hazel trees, or direct
us to the rain
descending on black earth in early
spring. —And we, who always think of happiness
rising, would feel the emotion
that almost baffles us
when a happy thing falls.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
Saturday, at the brewery tour at Four Bullets Brewery, they had, as is common at these sorts of things, a number of games, including the grand hipster pastime of Giant Jenga.
I always like to watch this and always try to photograph the moment when the pile of wooden blocks falls.
Giant Jenga requires careful planning.
She was able to remove this piece.
But if fell later as they tried to move another piece. Note the rare “suspended section” of blocks. I’m not sure of the physics of leaving a few behind for a handful of microseconds.
Some old images of falling Giant Jenga.
The end of a game of giant Jenga – Community Beer Company, Dallas, Texas
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
