Showing posts with label my town. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my town. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2009

Our Town Photo Shoot out-- Red


Too soon the red sun rises on the Friday shoot-out. Bagman, Butler and I are sleepy, grumpy and irritable...Painting the town red. Great topic. Should take a picture of my eyes. Or my attitude. Great theme. The sun rose to the occasion but BB&I aren't so sure. Is it Friday already? Gah!


Although my Town is Charleston, SC, since there are no rules and since I don't have lots of good red pictures and since I'm irritable anyway and a voice in my head is yelling in a Mexican accent, "Rules? Rules? I don't need no steeeenking rules?" ... So here is a red tree. I don't knowwhat kind of tree it was, where it was taken, or when it was taken. I don't remember taking it except it was in a box of my old slides so the odds are that I shot it.

But, Butler reminds me to stop being so irritable and show at least something red about my town. So (grumble grumble) --


We have car shows from time to time


We have the Fire Engine Museum


And once a year, when Gordon requests it, we call in the red paint truck to bring Butler, Bagman, and myself some red paind.


Butler meticulously paints the Ravenel Bridge a kind of tasteless shade of reddish pink


I get overly creative and mix and mismatch techniques and colors on a local fountain, coming up with a kind of Photoshop version of painting a mustache on a political poster.


Bagman just...well, I'm not sure what Bagman did to achieve the above...and probably don't want to know.



Thankfully, the sun finally sets on my shoot-out although it is really rather more yellow than red. So now, I'll post this, grumble some more and go look at what everyone else has done. I suspect that although I don't have a picture of me looking, that I'll be red with envy...oh, wrong metaphor...that's really supposed to be "green" with envy. Red with envy, green with envy, purple with envy -- I don't need no steeenking rules!

I hope my attitude changes before I go to work -- although work is probably at least partially responsible for my attitude.

BUTLER: "Mark. You should call your A.A. sponsor and let him remind you that you, and you alone, are responsible for your attitude. And you have the power to change it. Write a list of things you are grateful for.

Oh shut up!