It’s late enough that I don’t remember what this dude’s name was, but it’s still early enough for me to remember how profound his acceptance of others was. When he introduced himself to my friend Sandra (see right), and she started to explain where she worked he said “I don’t care where you work, just what’s your name?”
Exactly man; that’s what’s important. Not what we do for a living, or where we went to school, but who we are. Right on dude.
Inspired by Attila I decided to freeze my extremities and walk around in the cold trying to take pictures on my tripod. I learned that there is a distinct difference between bad tripods and good tripods and, regrettably, mine is not one of the later.
When you’re out there with your slow exposures and wind swept face, you have to be patient, not pass up the shot. That’s why after about an hour I turned around and walked back home. I’m going to assume ’tiller gets in his warmer car to move his bum around town.
This dude was given to me as a gift by my good friend Glenda a few years ago as a housewarming gift (G – let me know if I got that wrong), and he’s been having a hard time ever since. This year I’ve put it up in my computer/book room, let’s call it the library, and he’s been happy as hell, flowering every few weeks.
This is Chico, my hot pepper plant at work. He’s seen better days, but I keep him as warm and as fed as I can because he represents the spring, and my need for mui muchos photos.
I waited around for quite some time at this location; I thought it was a place marker for some wonderful happenings (noting the descriptions on the piece).
Given the phrasing of the sales pitch “Love to…” I had assumed it would be a complimentary service; I was grievously in err.