Monday, March 28, 2011


The Lady (with shadowy Mary and "MOTEL" sign)

Saturday, March 26, 2011


Sketch-a-doodle: Wistful man with over-large tie. (I sense a causal connection—I'm not sure why—but I do believe the tie is intimately linked to his sad reveries.)

Friday, March 25, 2011

Name Thief

June, quite innocently, to Sarah: "What was your middle name before Papa stole it?"

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Grayton Beach

Okay, catching up. We skipped town for a few days and headed over to Grayton Beach state park in Florida, a quiet interlude between the revelry of Mardi Gras the busy-beeness of the back-to-school/new-job/etc. I took a bucket-load of photos. Here's a bunch:

Sunset, the first evening

Cocktail (and foot), the first evening

Running on the beach

More running on the beach

More running on the beach

Happy Sarah

Digging (in) the sand

The weird little outlet-river of the weird little dune-lake (a very specific water formation only found in South Africa and Walton County, Florida)

Waves and sand

We rented bikes. It was awesome.

Tire tracks.

Sand angel

Fiddle heads

Grillaxin'

Louise, in this weird little sand oak grotto we found

Hugs

Footprints and waves

Exploring (in hilarious bicycle helmets)

More exploring

We found a pond

We found a hole in a tree

Pines and sky

Beach towels!

Pine cones!

I don't really remember what the hell this is, but it looks cool.

Goodbye, beach

Crikey!

Crikey, dead air!* Sorry about that folks. You see, it's been a bit nutty around here: Mardi Gras, out of town, birthdays (happy birthday to me, I live in a tree...; and happy birthday to my lady, she lives where it's shady...), new job (awesome digital mapping geekery; woot woot!), and more. So the ol' brainbox has been a bit distracted and things fell off this-a-way. (New jobs, alone, are exhausting enough: What's his name again? Where's the bathroom again?  What's my password again? Oops, that's a closet, not a hallway...) But let's make it right, get back on that horse. Busy though I was, I still snapped plenty of pics, so I'll share some of those. And then maybe some other stuff too (musings about nothing in particular, etc., etc.). Stay tuned.

* I was asked if I'd given up blogging for Lent.

Saturday, March 12, 2011


Man with heavy stubble and black suit.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Mardi Gras 2011

The ladies on bikes


June watching Zulu



Paul


Dancers


Pom-pom girl


Dancer and drummers


Drums



Dancer in white

Dancer in white and red


Boy Indian with pink feathers


Indian with buffalo


Bo Dollis driving a scooter


Young Indian in green



Returning home


Indian with antlers in orange and green

Friday, March 04, 2011

Muses

Muses rolled last night — a pleasure as always, seeing the bands and the troupes line up, get revved up, get going. A few (blurry) photos:


St. Augs



Tractor repair. Every year, some tractor somewhere breaks down and holds up the whole parade. Fortunately this was before things got rolling, and no harm was done. (I love how basic these old machines are. Whatever metal rod that connect the gas pedal to the carburetor was slightly bent, so it was revving too high. Solution: straighten the rod.)



Rolling Elvi



Pussyfooters



Billy, in his "handler" capacity



Drum cart



The ladies



610 Stompers



And the clean-up crews