I Know I Can Do It Because I've Done It Before

But today I totally forgot how to take lightning shots. I should have taken a peek at the EXIF data on these first.

Grange Porn

Oh yeah. Work it, little Riverside Grange Hall! Show me whatcha got! Show Daddy!

That's riiiiight.

What Do You Call Dirt Roads in Maine?

The Good Ones.

State Sen Dennis Damon suggested an 11 cent per gallon tax implemented over 4 years which would pay for all the needed road projects and people are acting like they are being robbed and THEN kicked.

My fellow idiot drivers, gas went up 11 cents last WEEK and we STILL have shitty roads and gas is still 1.50 less than it was a year ago, so STOP your WHINING and quit calling the RADIO STATION to complain. Take back some of your beer cans for the deposit or something.

(Oh yeah, we are all about the covered bridges in Maine, too.)

(And TtV)

Eenocent Strangers

I was out working on a photo project and needed PEOPLE in nature (Generally, I find people at WalMart where I know I will not accidentally encounter poison ivy.) and these fine folks responded nicely when shouted at 'HEY! Excuuuuse me!'

PROOF!!!

On my facebook page I casually mentioned that because of heavy rains in Florida I had to land in California and one of my friends actually CHALLENGED me that I wasn't on the Shuttle JUST BECAUSE they THEY THINK THEY SAW ME DURING THE WEEK WHEN THE SHUTTLE was servicing the Hubble Space Telescope. LOSER!

You are so wrong.

And to prove it..let me show you this photo I took while we were landing. I took it out the Shuttle window.

So there.

"Happy Memorial Day..."

has always sounded to me like a discordant note.

The Thing of the Moment's Second Annual Vow to Do A Summer Photo Project of Grange Halls in Maine With or Without His Good Friend TURNORAMA

Actually I think I was supposed to SEE Bill some time. Bill, did I forget or something?

For Tracey

Not that any of these are Tracey. She' s just a Jan Fan like eveyone else.

Jan with her daughter, Thrash.

Sometimes Your Kid Mysteriously Looks Like the Milkman...

And sometimes like Sponge Bob Square Pants.

I'm not making any accusations here. I'm just sayin'.

The Thing of the Moment's Guide to Hotels

Just because you are only using the room for an hour doesn't mean it has to be in a dive!

AAAiiieeeeeeee! THE HAND!

HandS plural, actually. I still have both. But the other was holding the camera. It's a mirror image, trust me.

Where most people have well articulated and fine boned, long fingered hands at the end of their arms, I have attached to my body soft, doughy, indistinct masses of flesh that I am sometimes able to bend into some usable form.

No concert pianist, I. I shoot with Rebels because the big grown up cameras are impossible for me to hold. I have a Blackberry because I can't SEE the iPhone keyboard underneath these loaves and can at least vaguely feel around the Curve keyboard.

My friend Paul used to call waitresses over to see them when he'd get bored at dinner. He'd say "Look! Don't his hands look like a newborn baby's?" And they'd usually say "Awwww...."and poke a fine, well manicured nail deep into the fleshy palm before slinking off to the kitchen to shudder and scrub theirhands with a brush.

These are the hands of a speech pathologist. Meaning I can go to work, put them in my pocket and not see them again until it's time to write a note or drive home.

Why do I bring this up? Shortly before I gave up photoblogging forever, I had a discussion about my hands with someone and had mentioned that I'd post a photo for them to see. I have no idea who or why because the only thing more useless than my hands is my memory. :)

Remember back when I gave up photoblogging? Those were the days, huh?

Sunset Motel

Submitted for lensday.com: Six

Order and Chaos

Submitted to Two4Tuesday

Mmmmm....Flower

Healthiest cookie I ever ate.