Apr 30, 2012
I remember going to the Jackson County Fair in Brownstown as a kid in the back of my Grandparent’s blue station wagon. The little, hilly dips on US 250 would add even more butterflies to my already excited belly. Nanny & Pap-pa loved taking my brother and I to the fair (or at least I THINK they did). Back in the day, the Methodist church had one of the food booths there and Nanny always baked homemade pies to sell in the stand. Pap-pa was the chauffeur because Nanny didn’t drive and she made him take us. Probably. She went to the women’s pavilion alone. No way would a manly man like my Pap-pa be caught in one of those type places. He would sit in a lawn chair people-watching and spitting tobacco juice on crickets and stuff.
Even back in the day the carnies looked a bit rough, and I wasn’t allowed to go to the midway alone until I was at least 25 years-old. Ok, maybe I wasn’t 25, but I do remember the burlesque shows on the midway! Scantily clad women dripping with bright-blue make-up and coal-black eyeliner slinking around on a make-shift stage crafted from a tractor trailer, the men would line up for a long stretch to get in.
What really got MY attention on the midway; however, were the freak shows… you know… the 3 headed cow, the bearded women… educational ::cough:: exhibits like that. As a butcher’s daughter, later in life I saw one of those cows that wasn’t 100 years old in a jar of formaldehyde, and heck, there are bearded women everywhere! So when you get right down to it — the best thing ever was getting to pick up ducks. Why?
Because you pick a winner every time!
Apr 29, 2012
Mr. Squirrel spends a great deal of time here when the hounds aren’t paying attention. I mentioned him last week reference his experience in evading photos — and how he runs the second he hears barking. He played in the front yard unnoticed for several minutes this afternoon before I grabbed my camera. But like always, once I head to the window with my camera in hand, Libby wants to see what it is that has more of my attention than she does. She runs to the window before I can get there and immediately starts to bark. And stomp her feet. And act vicious.
Little dude didn’t get away this time! I can at least prove he isn’t a figment of my imagination…
Apr 28, 2012
I went to Hawaii once and when I got home I was so excited to go through all the amazing photos that I had taken while gone I could barely contain my excitement. Ended up… I had a ton of photos taken at the zoo (like I need to go to Hawaii to photograph monkeys and zebras), and a bunch of Don Ho.
Sometimes, I wonder why I feel the need to snap certain photos. Like last week in Tennessee… why would I even THINK I might want a photo of a ziplining mannequin?
Any of you out there tend to do the same thing?
Apr 27, 2012
I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s Friday. I’m sure that someone added at least 3 extra days to this work-week! With just a short time left before the weekend officially begins, I notice how peaceful it is when I look out the office window. I’m so very happy to be drama free and able to sleep till noon tomorrow. Happy Friday, everyone!
Apr 26, 2012
Coolest finch pad north of the Ville and the vacancy sign is out. I’ve yet to see one bird come to dine. I think there’s a finch party going on down the road — hosted by those pesky neighbors. It’s getting pretty lonely out here…
I snapped the photo above because I missed the amazing shot of a squirrel shimmying up the tree. By the time I got the camera out and turned on, the hounds racket from inside the house had scared the poor dude far enough away that I couldn’t see him any longer. He’s probably at the finch party down the road. =)
