Christmas/Easter

I recently got a post office box and I'm still getting junk mail for the woman who had it before me. For the holiday season I(she) got a flurry of magazines you could buy last minute gifts from. One of them was selling cured meats. Here is a picture of one offering. It's called the Easter Ham and it's boneless. Jesus! Not my kind of ham!

Crabby

Here is a picture of me looking crabby at the annual Valley Ford Crab Feed to benefit the volunteer fire department. I was actually anything but crabby. I look forward to it all year long. $40. All you can eat.

Funny Art

Everyone wants me to make funny art. The problem is that nothing is funny anymore.

Halloween

This Halloween I didn't get dressed up and go out because I had to teach. Most of my students, I'm guessing, did get dressed up and go out because attendance was a little light that night. Before I left for class that day I threw an apple in my bag to eat later. I must have an apple. I am a teacher. But I didn't eat it. I got too busy or forgot or wasn't hungry. I can't remember. Anyway, when I got home that night I pulled the apple out of my bag and started to cut it up but my knife hit something. It was a thumb tack. In my apple on Halloween. I don't know how it got there and I still ate it.

San Francisco

A quarter will get you 4 minutes on the parking meter.

Men and Photography

A while back a male friend of mine started sending my photographs of himself daily. It was his way of updating me on the highlights of his day. I mentioned this to a female friend and she said, "Oh! He must really like you!" I said, "I don't think so. I know something about men and I know something about photography. If a man is interested he would want photographs of you. If a man wanted you to like him he would send you photographs of himself." My female friend begged to differ. Eventually my male friend stopped sending me photographs of himself and shortly after that I met a man who was crazy about me. "Send me a picture of yourself! Please!" He asked. When I asked him what he wanted for Christmas he said, "A photograph of you, please!" For his birthday he wanted a photograph of me. And for Valentine's day. He helped prove my theory right.

Watching Out

I think I figured out one of the reasons why the photographless photographer doesn't take pictures anymore. After I got robbed at gunpoint in 2009 I stopped looking for things to take pictures of and started looking out for for danger. Maybe I should start photographing danger.