Er, Harriman, Tennessee. He's just gotten his computer up and running again and is
busy Photoshopping a thousand or so pictures. Anyway, one in this batch
stood out to me, because I remembered how much I loved my version of the
shot. Here's his picture,
... showing me taking a shot of his lovely wife Judy as she takes her Brochette shrimp off the skewer. I'd cooked dinner for them that night, and I wanted to make sure I recorded their reactions. I know, you're thinkin' "Jesus, put down the camera and EAT!" Aaaaaa, but you don't know us if you're thinkin' that. Well, Judy might have been thinkin' that, but she's used to it. Anyway, if I hadn't been bein' such a goofball, I never would have gotten this shot.
Whis was one of my very best pictures from the trip. Just look at the mischief in those eyes.
I'll eventually post some more shots. Until then, here's a taste...
My buddy Bruno in Missouri...
My Brochette Shrimp...
The view from the tree house tower...
Mushy in love (and me too)...
The Aviation Museum...
4 comments:
You NAME your food? Man, that's personal, now!☺
Think I'll change my name to Mr. Brochette Shrimp. Nice-"ring" to it!
Tho' I hain't too-damned-keen on the matter of someone pickin' me up, bitin' ma haid off, an' tossin' ma ass-end into a trash-can...!☺☺☺
Oh, and my GUTS Thank You once again, for NOT bear-huggin' me....!☺
Not my name. My copy of something at my favorite Mexican food place.
My name for you is not postable, by polite folks anyways. Five syllables. Rhymes with "Long Haul Tucker."
And as for the bear hug, yea, Mushy bitched about that one too. Next time. Y'all are both gettin' skinnier as I get ever fatter. Pretty soon I'll need to hire a rodeo clown to distract me when I take mom to the Chinese buffet. Otherwise the other polite folks won't get a chance to enjoy any of the generals chicken.
Just sayin'...
Damn, dude---are ya' tryin' to cut-back on the morning caffeine?
Shit, just burn us ALL with the same-torch, already!☺
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