Forced March.

“It’s good for you!” is my wife’s refrain whenever we go on a family walk. She walks a whole heckuva lot faster than I do and up till recently, I’d quicken my pace to keep up (and she was the one pushing the stroller!).

This most recent trip, I wised up. I put my son in the backpack carrier and I grabbed my camera. Whenever something looked photo-worthy to me, I stopped. Sure, we walked a lot further than I would have on my own, but I never got really tired. And I got some fun snapshots, to boot.

40.

One of our Woodland Heights neighbors turned 40 this week.

Unfortunately for him, some of his relatives came by his house and flamingoed his front lawn. These jovial little fellas were out there all day, quietly mocking him.

If the light hadn’t been fading when I got there, I’d have considered shooting these with the Holga, a device much more suited to this kind of kitsch.

Getting All My Ducks in a Jar.

Or something like that.
Happy Friday, folks.

Tardiness.

One of the things I’ve lost control of in my old age is my ability to be punctual. When I was in college, “on time” was 5 minutes ahead of the scheduled time, “late” was the actual scheduled time, and after that was unacceptable. Somewhere near the time that I got a car, quick, wireless internet access, and a child (or maybe the three have nothing to do with one another), I lost it. I stopped even caring.

I routinely leave the house without one or two required items for my day. If it’s my watch, I sometimes take a pass and live without it for the day. If it’s my camera, I have to circle back and pick it up. My neighbors must think I’m nuts for going back and forth from the car as many times as I do in the morning on my way to work.

I point all this out because a couple of years ago, when I shot this, this model was late. She was half of a duo for the day so we lived without her in her absence. I was sifting through my hard drive looking for pictures of my daughter — my wife needed something — and saw this, an image I’d not “published” before. It made me smile, because I’m pretty sure I was a little behind schedule that day, but the model was later than I. To be fair, it wasn’t her fault. Her roommate had had car trouble and she was duty-bound to help out. She apologized profusely, though it didn’t matter. It was a laid back day.

What’re You Lookin’ At?

Nothing truly moving to share, so have a look at this flamingo. The Holga didn’t scare him.