Note to self: must resist the temptation to do three versions of one photo all the time. Must work on that. But, for the time being, here’s three versions of an American icon — the neonish laundromat.
Just plain old weird:
American Graffiti:
Author: nataliar77
Scary gorilla
On fire!
This following establishment had flames on it and used to administer tattoos. Seems to be a theme in Florida. I wanted to know where the bar was. Anyway, per usual, I did some tweaking. Three for the price of one. Here goes:
These are not the same. This one is sepia, for the record:
And, the colors, oh the colors:
When I started taking pictures, I used to have to spend hours in the darkroom getting the effects I get here in 5-10 minutes. They were trying to convince me that it was all so important that I learn all of that. I knew you could do all of this on the computer. No, they all said. Yes, I say.
Don’t get me started on getting crazy colors. Color infrared film with my out board light meter and red filters on the my camera. Good lord. Give me the computer any day of the week.
I am a good photographer, gosh darn it….
Yes, the website is recently full of pictures of smiling alligators, larger than life gorillas and buildings shaped like soft serve ice cream, but I swear, I am still a good photographer:
This is just a tease. There will be a longer entry about from where this wence done came from.
You usually don’t see very many of these….
But yet in Florida, I saw three within a small distance of one another. It kind of looks like a beehive. There is no mistaking what they sell here. Too bad for example that H&R Bloch isn’t made to look like your money floating away from you. You don’t think they are making loans in this place:
Or here either:
Makes me want an ice cream.
The things they do in Florida for minimum wage….
Open wide:
Land of the gator. I want to see that guy’s resume. Do you need post graduate work for his position. How many resume lines would be needed to describe this?:
They glued the gator’s mouth together for it to have its pictures taken with children. Of all ages:
Wow, he looks happy:
He was talking about getting hickeys from the gators. Whatever happens in Gatorland after dark, stays at Gatorland, that’s all I’m saying.
Moving right along. This was my favorite gator:
I love the smile. I am in love with this monster. I pretended it was posing on America’s Next Top Model. “Fierce fierce fierce, smile with your eyes, smile with your eyes.”
This one was telling Tyra to kiss his or her ass:
Now that is fierce. Hello, Whitney a plus size, as you joking? OK, no more editorializing about the Greatest and Most Important Show of All Times. Back to Gatorland:
Above, photos of the critter sunning itself. Below, smoked with a nice mustard dipping sauce:
The non Bourdain-esque verdict: tasted like chicken.
I’ve also observed that the alligator, while having a pretty ferocious reputation is also super-lazy:
I was waiting for these things to do something. Pretty much all my photos of the gators are in that position, some of them eyes closed. They did move around at one moment — feeding time. Behold:
I was expecting flying gators, but my friend I went with said that we’d have to outfit the gators with jet engines for them to really get airborne. Great idea. How has no one gotten on that bandwagon yet?
Flori-weird, McDonald’s Edition
I am going to coin a new term. Texas does everything bigger. Florida does everything weirder. Your garden variety McDonald’s is turned into a neon wonderland:
In Ronald we trust:
World’s best place?:
The inside is a total disappointment. No, just kidding:
I wanna be big, big I tell you!:
The moon was singing Chuck Berry’s “Rock & Roll music”:
We’re in Florida, so we need a gator:
The hand the holds the hamburger rules the world:
Finally, one nation under Ronald:
Another three-fer
We already had the four-fer with the house. Now I bring you the sky-road photos that I so love, three ways:
With a combination like this, I see no problem at all….
I bet no one has ever gotten some kind of weird tattoo after a sedate night of drinking at this establishment. So perfect!
I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me
No, well, this is not paradise, but it is true that I’ve been to Moscow, but until recently I’d never been to South Carolina.
But now I have and I can say it wasn’t as good as walking through Red Square, but it definitely didn’t feature this:
Yes, the dragon is holding an stick of dynamite:
For the record, Africa is actually backward:
Fight the power, gorilla:
Check out the sombrero water tower in the background:
Where are we? Well, take a look see:
South of the Border, an “attraction” on the border between North and South Carolina.
Here, there is no parking, under the hamburger:
And here, there is no missing the bathroom:
To close it out, a sign you don’t really see all that often:
