No, its not anything deep fried, or a picture of some kind of god awful alligator-related knick knack. Its just a fountain a bright, sunny Florida day with water coming down from it:
Be blinded by the genius of the image. Or not.
This shot was inspired by the brain’s ability to distort memories:
Wait, what? No. This was a Florida road I shot out the back door of our kicky PT Cruiser that on fifteenth look intrigued me slightly. And as usual, I could not leave well enough alone:
Photography 101, but I like it. Ducks to avoid flying fruits and vegetables. My public, my fans, I think the b&w would look great on a t-shirt. Agree or disagree? WRONG, Morton!
When you visit the lovely Everglades…:
You try not to irritate:
the wildlife:
Dark photo, I know, but the animal, it is there. I bet the alligator doesn’t use the fact it is the same color as the water to its advantage. But on our little trek through the Everglades, one person decided irritating this 8 foot reptile whose kill switch is god only knows where was a good idea:
This was our intrepid guide through the Everglades, a lifelong resident of the region. How did he decide to irritate the wildlife? Well, he thought it would be wise to throw marshmallows into the water for that half ton killing machine to eat. And then decided to grab that thing by its snout. Capn’ Everglades would not allow me to photograph that. I have no idea why. Did I mention he told me to “give mom the camera and get in the water” to have a up close and personal photo with our calm, docile friend?
Do I look like someone who wants to be featured on the Oddball segments on Keith Olbermann? Uh, the answer to that is … no.
And here is some irritating wildlife:
Now I don’t usually mind the wildlife, as long as it doesn’t sit and stare at me waiting to be fed, but Mr. Pelican over here bordered on the really irritating. Capn’ Everglades assured me that the thing was harmless, but I wasn’t convinced. Pelican — you took it too far.
What is 635? That is the exact number of photos I took in Florida over eight days. I know, that is so few, right? And how many of them did I like? Seventeen? Ten? Three? I’m going with three. And here they are:
The few, the proud, the three photos I actually liked out of 635. Maybe I’m not as good of a photographer as I thought….
Love how pork is in really small letters here:
And I could wash it down with:
Or, if I wanted to spice things up a bit, I’d could use any of these:
Dimpled chads anyone?:
Well, we are in Florida after all, the reason George “I scraped bird shit off a fighter jet in Texas air national guard to avoid the draft” Bush is the supreme leader of the world.
But this last one, well, as usual, it is the best:
I’ve been searching for this for over five years. I saw it at some restaurant in Virginia forevers ago and unfortunately, didn’t take a picture of it. Now we are reunited and I am now the proud owner of a bottle of this substance. I am truly pathetic. Oh and a close up of the bottle? OK:
Perhaps they should have one called “Cheney’s Breathe?” Just a suggestion.