Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Went to the dentist today. I did not get my nice friendly hygienist. I got a dental nazi. When I checked out – I told them I wanted to see my regular person next time or there would not be a next next time.
After the dentist, I went off to volunteer job.
And from last night’s fireworks:
We had very nice fireworks on Saturday night after I got home and on Sunday. Great fireworks on the 4th. And, I suspect we might have some leftover fireworks tonight. We’ll see at about 9:15.
Just about back to normal after my trip west, and wild romp thru O’Hare airport. Went grocery shopping, did laundry today – all my normal weekend stuff.
Also tried to repair the ZS3. Well, I tried the whimpy repairs that do not involve taking it apart. I really think that the dust is well inside the lens – chances of my getting it out and getting the camera back together are slim to none. So for now, I am going to settle with having 3/4 of a camera.
The strange image to the left is whatever happens is what I planned. I stuck the vacuum hose over the lens and sucked away. Accidentally took a picture. Click to enlarge it. Vacuum cleaner colonoscopy.
The ordinary things photo from July 2 – a pile of hats atop a potted plant in the Albuquerque Airport. Or rather SUNport. It is called the SUNport. From the SUNport – one should be able to go to somewhere a damn site better than Chicago.
Yesterday was spent getting back home. I got off the plane in Chicago and had 12 minutes to get to my next flight over in the next terminal. What to do? Run. What else? Run fast. Run on the moving sidewalk. Excuse Me. Coming Thru. Move Over. Run down the stairs. Run up the escalators. Screech up to the gate after everyone else is on board. Only after I am sitting in my seat do I check my phone and discover that I had been rebooked on a flight out the next morning. Not my problem. Glad I didn’t check my phone prior to the mad dash. I would have spent the night in the Chicago airport. Or spent $100 on a hotel. Running was better. Aerobic connections.
And the “Ordinary Things” photo from July 3.
I decided that Ordinary Things do not have to be black and white. But can be. The hats seemed to work better in color.
The July photo project will be one picture everyday of something real ordinary. Like a stove. July is not a good photography month in the DC area.
Getting ready to leave Truth or Consequences early tomorrow morning. I am hoping to use my iPod Touch as a boarding document. We’ll see how that works. Will have a paper backup. Sort of like an old man who wears suspenders and a belt.
OK, on the last day of Black and White Month – I used a picture from last week. Last Friday, I found this fine Rolls Royce parked in Santa Fe. Santa Fe is a Rolls Royce sort of a place.
Let’s look around Truth or Consequences.
Tired this evening. Plenty of time to sleep when I am dead.
Went on a little road trip today for burgers. The 7th best burgers in the country. I sure don’t need a better burger. The cow died for a good cause.
Lazy day in exciting downtown Truth or Consequences.
So boring that even the inner tube is trying to commit suicide.
Yes Virginia, there is a Truth or Consequences. And, no old woman in her right mind would take her own picture in the the blazing sun in black and white. Because – everything looks worse in black and white.
Another shot from my mid-day walk.
Kinda makes you want to come to Truth or Consequences, doesn’t it. Truth or Consequences – where you jump into the hot tub to cool off.
I think this is art?
We spent the day in our personal riverside hot spring fed pool – cooling off. Spring water 101 degrees. Air temp 103.
Arrived in Truth or Consequences.
A quick look at the Truth or Consequences grocery. Much more later.
Not so very sure the Santa Fe Visitor’s Bureau would consider the Roller Derby Chicks as a part of their vision of Santa Fe.
I can only call it bad camera karma. My ZS3 has a rather large flake of whatever INSIDE the lens. Fortunately at this instant it is on the extreme left hand side. And, since I nearly always crop to square – I can survive. As long as the flake stays were it is. The last good shot was from my early shooting yesterday. The first shot of the late day session has the smudge. It just appeared. I can see the flake. No amount of tapping, zooming, turning on and off affect the flake. I wish I could blame it on the desert. But, I can not. It is just bad kamera karma. Or camera carma.
Today I went to the state capital, went on a train ride, walked all over creation, checked out some thrift shops, road the city bus, went to a museum, looked at old cars and did not purchase a $1,000 hat.
Not a fine day for photographs. Don’t know why. Nothing really worked.
But, there is still a couple of hours of light. Guess I should go shoot some more.
Had a traditional southwestern breakfast this morning. 12 hours later, I am still not hungry. Think I give dinner a pass tonight. Might have a frou-frou coffee drink.
Today I took in 2 churches, several galleries, 1 bus tour, popped into a museum, and checked out way too many stores. I so don’t need a $1000 cowboy hat. Why did O’Farrell’s move out of Colorado down to Santa Fe? And why did I find them. Repeat after me. I do not need a $1000 cowboy hat.
Tomorrow, I plan on going to visit the state capital. Mostly because Mr C will ask me if I did and I want to be able to say yes. And I plan to check out some thrift shops.