We spent the day at Joe’s parents’ house watching SEC football all day long. (Alabama won – Roll Tide!)
I stole away a moment between games and found these mushrooms down by the river. They were hidden, so I was excited when I discovered them.
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I actually got a chance to take a lunch break at work today – which is odd being Friday – but I got to leave the building nonetheless.
Being fall plantin’ time, I naturally drove to the Barn Nursery to pick up some pansies and mums for our yard.
I’m not sure the technical term for these glass orbs, but I’m going to call them ornaments. I liked how they were hanging against the black ceiling, so I decided to shoot them.
They looked like colorful stars to me.
Where to begin. I’m not sure the actual name of this establishment. It’s a Bait / Barber shop. (The barber shop portion is not shown)
And I don’t know if the sign means they are out of business, or just closed for the day.
It did not look very friendly or inviting, so I did not stick around to investigate.
Ah! The internet informs me it is still in business. No website, however. But the formal name is “Blaylock Bait and Tackle Shop.”
Inspired by yesterday’s photo, I decided to shoot something on the edgier side of town today. So when I got the chance, I drove to Rossville Boulevard to see what I could find.
It’s notorious for used car lots, pawn shops and adult bookstores. I was not looking for anything that was worth a documentary. I just wanted to find a photo that would pretty much sum up the area.
I turned around a couple of times in my search. I did not have a lot of time to spend on it, as usual; but I saw this EZ Pawn shop with a ton of stuff out front. I thought, “Why not?”
So as I was turning into the parking lot, I noticed a huge, deep hole at the front entrance to the lot.
“Hmm. Better not pull in this one. If my tire hits that thing, it will definitely bend my rim,” I thought to myself. So I drove a few more feet and turn into the second entrance. I parked and immediately started getting uncomfortable. Some people looked friendly. Others, not so much.
So, anyway, I decided to make the photo quickly so I wouldn’t get shot……but the composition wasn’t quite right. Darn it! Maybe I’ll move over. Nope. Still not right. Uh oh. More scary people. If I just back up a bit ——————- CRASH!
I tripped into that darn mud hole. The very one I was trying to avoid when I pulled in. It was disgusting mud, too. But my first thought was, “Shoot! I hope no one saw me do that!”
My second thought was, “Darn! My sandals!”
I tried to wipe off most of the mud before I got back in the car, but it was futile. I ended up rinsing off my feet in the women’s restroom at work. But all that did was clog the sink with mud and rocks. And it took 15 minutes to clean my sandals. Well, they are as clean as I could get them there. I’ll have to work on them again later.
So, I ended up with a lousy photo of the day and muddy feet and ruined shoes. It was a lot worse than it looks here.
BUT! I got a funny story out of it.
I drive past this building at lest twice a day during the week. I am fascinated by the doors that lead to a long-since-gone balcony. I try to imagine who used to live in these rooms and what sort of lives they lived.
The building fronts M.L. King Boulevard – which back in the day was called 9th Street. Bessie Smith used to hang out in this area; so I’m willing to bet it has not changed much since then.
I decided the photo needed to be Black and White. I think it makes the image a little quieter somehow.
That is what the sign said.
So of course we stopped to look at it. Joe’s father cannot pass up doing anything fun – he especially cannot pass a car for sale without perusing it for a while. His interest is legendary.
He did not buy it – yet. But he knows where it is if he changes his mind.
We are Alabama football fans. These are the two gentlemen who were sitting in front of us today during the Ole Miss game.
I assumed they were long-time friends. Perhaps old fraternity brothers from years ago during their time at the University of Alabama.
They may have been father and son. I just couldn’t tell for sure. Heck, they may not have even known each other. But I think they did. I could tell by the body language.
At any rate, they were having fun. We were having fun.
Alabama won – 25 to 0.
Well, I don’t call it Photos and Migraines for nothing. I had a doozy of a headache today. I stayed home from work, too. That has only happened once before in my 30 years of dealing with these stupid things.
But anyway, I stepped outside later in the afternoon today and noticed these shadows. Instant photo of the day.
Now, I have an appointment with Mr. Couch and an Atlanta Braves baseball game. My hope is the headache will leave me soon.
Don’t worry. I won’t! Not with that Twilight Zone message.
Typical. I wonder how long this sign has been like this? All it needs is a small nut and bolt to put it back into place. How much could that possibly cost? .50?
If I brought them from home to fix it, I’d probably be cited for tampering with city property.
I better mind my own business.