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This is one of a set I've made for my family's Thanksgiving dinner. Idea inspired by clip art. Sorry for the poor photo quality. :(
I have a lot to upload, unpack, launder and think about, but right now, here's my favorite photo from my trip.
It appears that I have lost a whole bunch of photos that were taken in November. I think when I traded out a memory card in one of my trail cams I might have used the wrong card. I'll trade it out again tomorrow and see if I can find them. LOL Otherwise, let's just use this for now since I ddn't take a photo on the 13th using my Sony a68 or my phone.
Guess I was a good placeholder huh? A friend to trauma dump on and hang out when your bored. Someone who don't have feelings or thoughts.
These little bags were handmade and were given out at a Sex And The City themed bridal shower as placeholders. They contained a cosmo and a shoe cookies with a little penis chocolate! ;)
Claudia - Vanilla Cocoa
The fully inflated kite could lift a couple of pounds of gear (in this case, water bottles). We also tried out the casing for the bat detector, which is what we plan to fly the kite with in the field. This is the casing hanging down below the kite.
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Not gonna lie, I didn't take a photo today. I started a third year of photos only because I wanted to force myself to document the culmination of Casey's cancer. As such, I find it hard to combat my laziness, exhaustion, stress, and depression on days when nothing happens, especially if I'm only going to be taking an arms-length photo in the bathroom at 12:30am. So that this isn't a complete waste of space, here is a picture of Grendel looking disgruntled and disapproving.
First in a series of photos on "placeholders" (my term, don't think there's an actual term for them), a longstanding Chicago tradition that harkens back to the days when the City in a Garden was being carved out of the prairie by brute force, guile and corruption. A time before the Machine controlled everything with its rules and regulations legalizing the strongarm tactics that had been used to build it up, city worker by city worker.
The tradition itself is likely older than cars, older than streets and likely older than the Indians that first settled the area. Time has kept this barbaric custom around and shows no sign of letting go, at least until global warming solves the problem of snow on the ground for half the year.
But, the tradition itself goes something like: snowplow clears the street by pushing all the snow on top of my car; I spend the better part of a morning that I'd rather spend watching the Bears game shovelling the car out; I can't guarantee that some jagoff isn't going to drive past once I leave and park his car in the spot that _I_ spend all the time cleaning off, so I'm going to mark it as mine - with whatever deritus I have on hand. If anyone decides to park in my spot while I'm gone, I am entitled, by the Law of the Jungle, to smash their windows, slash their tires or any one of a hundred other, worse things besides.
The thing is that some people leave really nice things out to mark the spaces with, either that or someone decides that they'll help themselves to this nice lawn chair sitting out in the public way (and is therefore no one's property), so there are some unclaimed spots, but, regardless of who moves the placeholders, the car that's there when the spot-shoveller gets back is the one that incurs his wrath.
It seems that every winter, the news channels have to remind people that it's not OK to move someone's crap out of their spot and someoen asks the Mayor if he'll do something about it (like having City crews throw the placeholders out and/or make this behavior a crime. Da Mare's response? "Hey, these things happen."
Anyway, this photo in particlar shows one of the two time-honored standards: aluminum folding or the newfangled one-piece lawn chairs.