A scent drifted through the open window that was oddly reminiscent of freshly caught fish on a warm summer day. Now, I’m pretty sure there were no freshly caught fish out in the street below, but you know, make of it what you will. Sometimes reminders catch you at odd moments, when you least expect it.

It’s ok to eat fish. Cause they don’t have any feelings.

Looks like she’s actually peeling potatoes but this is the same sink, same grandma. This is a still from one of my (her) Super-8 videos I had transferred to DVD last year. I seriously had the most Super-8 films transfer-er had ever seen  (over 100, so many I just can’t even remember right now). I didn’t even get them all done due to the cost… Yes, I have documented the (ok, my) 1970s in full. Any buyers?

Monster walking stick. Cleared for takeoff.

Some fruit bat running to catch the bus. See him? Ha!

This is the sky. These are some clouds.

Eastbound and down. Yeah, you know it.

I can see you. You, in there. Oh wait, that’s not you.

Mid-pole. Midpole. Middle of the pole. Poloholio. Haha I like the lowly pole.

Sick of this yet?

In our county league, a kid can play soccer at the tender age of 3…and therein lies the problem. Three-year-olds are not, in general, very interested in, or very good at, competitive sports. Neither is my 4-year-old. You see, I am what you might call old school when it comes to sports. Winners are winners and losers are losers. You don’t get a trophy for last place. You play to win. You don’t stand around, twirl your hair, and look at the ground. You don’t play a sport UNLESS YOU WANT TO. I cannot bear to watch my kid stand around, twirl her hair, and look at the ground. What have I done? Three is too young. Four is too young. Five? Probably too young. So, chalk this one up to lesson learned. Next year, we’re playing T-ball!!

Hello, Ground.

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In the mind of a 4-year-old, the top 3 for the trip was, in this order :1. the parade, of course; 2. the elevator in the hotel (duh); and lastly, 3. why, the zoo (what zoo?). I kinda liked the liquor store over by the zoo (Joe’s). Very cool with lots of plants in there and, uh, liquor…

Here is where I should bring the hotel into this. I may actually write a review of this hotel on Trip Advisor or something. The Doubletree Downtown Memphis Hotel was absolutely awesome. The nicest staff ever plus we ended up with an oversize room for being a rewards card member (ooh! exclusive, right?). There’s my plug. Seriously. Lastly, what’s not to like about Beale Street? And a St. Patrick’s Day parade on Beale Street in sunny 75 degree weather?

Now, if I was only 25 again…sigh.

Three of the four are taken with Hipstamatic, a totally awesome (yeah, I said totally awesome, fuckers) iPhone app. Been using a double exposure lens (it’s an internal lens via app; don’t get all excited and don’t ask me how it works) with a black and white film (ditto), and I’m super  inspired to keep on clicking with the hipsta since every shot is different (kinda like a snowflake…) with this lens (FYI it’s the Salvador 84 lens). I took these in response to a photo challenge on my Numero Uno favorite app Instagram. If you have an iPhone and haven’t tried Instagram, well, you should (if not then screw it, your loss).

Ok forget all that. On a serious note, the last pic is taken with my regular iPhone camera and ran though Blender, another very nice app, for the double exposure. This is a World War I memorial in the cemetery near my house. Salud!

Opposing poles.

Double vision.

Turret times 2.

Respect.