Cell Phone Pic Purge
Thursday, August 20th, 2009Over the weekend Jodi (wife of this particular splinter of the collective consciousness) sent a pic message of Ana (daughter of this particular splinter of the collective consciousness) from her swimming lesson, and when I saved it, my cell phone told me it was full. So, I decided to offload the picture vault…and I was surprised to find photos that were a couple of years old already! Time really does fly…sort of felt like I was taking a voyeuristic piddle through my own attic, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, here are a few, with more to follow sporadically, periodically, maybe even redundantly.
William (son of this particular splinter of the collective consciousness) plays drums in the 8th-grade band, and takes extra lessons from a guy in a recording studio behind a mattress store on one of the main drags through Rocket City.
When it’s not mid-summer and 120 degrees without a breeze, I wait in the car, because, let’s face it: two guys on two drums knocking out paradiddles and flams at breakneck speed…let’s just say the volume is just about perfect from the street outside.
Anyway, he’d just finished a lesson and jumped back in the car when I snapped a portrait.
Ana, meet Randy; Randy meet Ana.
Ana was only 1.5 (good grief, she’s already 3.5 going on 14 now…) when she — let’s be honest — infiltrated Randy’s (a.k.a. Muttzer) favorite space (especially when it’s thundering) underneath the built-in desk in the kitchen.
Randy looks thrilled. Ana looks like she wants to touch a doggy eyeball or stick her finger up his doggy nose.
No sweat, they are fast friends now…
Tyler (another son of this particular splinter of the collective consciousness) is clearly enjoying a trip to Bridge Street Town Center.
Bridge Street is one of those new urbanism projects designed so people can live/work/shop/play in the same locale, which saves a lot of gasoline, reduces carbon emissions, and plays hell with the plastic in your wallet.
On closer look, I think Tyler’s most excited to discover the Victoria’s Secret establishment behind him has finally installed their window displays. Or, maybe we were trying to decide where to eat lunch and he was using sign language for “Hooters.” You can never be too sure with Tyler.
Jodi and I took a weekend getaway to Atlanta around our third anniversary a couple of years ago. And what’s more romantic than searching around the MARTA subway downtown trying to locate the escalator Warren Beatty rode to the hereafter in Heaven Can Wait? (If you wanna know, it’s the longest of four in the Peachtree Center station, and as can be seen from this superlong escalator video, the view down is even scarier than the view up.)
From below, it really does look like it’s sort of taking Jodi up to heaven…stay away from the light! Don’t go into the light!
Anyway, that was one escalator where I opted not to take the stairs.
This is a United States Postal Service mailbox wrapped to look like C-3PO.
Yeah, yeah, for crying out loud, I know it’s R2-D2. Just testing ya’ :-)
Remember, this was 2007 — the thirtieth anniversary of George Lucas’s Star Wars film. Apparently the U.S. Postal Service wrapped a lot of their mailboxes across the nation to celebrate. Who says the government can’t do anything right?! :-)
Me! Me! MEEEEEE!
If you look closely, there’s a big ol’ tall building in the background.
I’m standing in front of it…and I think to myself, hey…I have a camera in my phone!
It was a pretty nice day with a nice breeze flapping the flags…and then add my face…what could be more perfect! ;-) ;-) ;-) Ahhh-Hahhahhahhaa…
