Whoo

Not much to say tonight, just some photos.


Right, that's all for now. Going camping with one of my classes this weekend, but I might have some shtuffs for y'all later.

Y'all being ... 2 people? Maybe? Anyway, ciao for now.

Got myself in stitches

Actually, I've never had stitches. But anyway.

Walt Stricklin, art director at the Birmingham News, has been doing stitched together landscapes, which are coming out quite nicely. So I figured I'd give it a shot. The first couple are from Providence Canyon, GA, and the last ones are in the Learning Center at the University of Georgia.



Yep, yep ... kinda fun.

Late night, thigh highs, gypsy girl -- it just happened

The photo, I mean.

Sigh. Women are the biggest hindrance to my happiness as well as the key to it. They're the most frustrating desire and the most rewarding struggle. And they. Make. Me. Crazy.

All of them. The last one ... eh, never mind.

Sigh

Some mornings are better than others. Some mornings, I wake up and think that I'll kick some kind of ass today. Other mornings, I wake up and immediately find an article about an 18-year-old commercial photographer who is flying around the world on a monthly basis. And it's just depressing.

Sigh.

Anyway.

This is over in Irondale -- just testing the camera before an assignment. The shutter release on the battery extension only works erratically as of late.

Hey, it was there

It's outside the Irondale City Hall and I was there, waiting for somebody. Wheeeee.

Just splitting the goodies

None of these will run, but I thought I might post 'em here just so I can say I'm keeping up with my blogs. From the St. Aloysius School's All Saints Day celebration this morning."Yo, how's my halo look? Straight? Cool.""And I was all, 'yo, that Saint Nicholas guy ain't nothing but--' ... crap, he's right behind me, isn't he?"
Can't even go to church these days without somebody sticking a wide angle lense in your face.
Saint Nick's plottin' to nick the priest's communion goblet. Or planning world domination. Either way, kiddo, count me in.

Ahh, good times with the Catholics. Almost as good as that time I put Alka-seltzer under my fingernails and dipped 'em in the holy water. Those guys had no sense of humor.