Of the many (many) things I won't miss once I move in a couple weeks, chief among them is the drive. It takes about 15 minutes to get home from work; add another five or ten if I'm coming from somewhere fun (and, thus, slightly impaired). I look longingly at the street (near things both friendly and fun) where I will turn starting Sunday, June 1, every time I'm on my way to the freeway pictured above.
"Had one of those days When you wanna try heroin, Drunk driving, Some form of soft suicide."
-- The Weakerthans, "Leash."
I want this lady's job. Seriously.
Three of the four days I was in the office this week, this woman sat, just like this, outside. See, we have a little cafe on the first floor, with a few outdoor seats. Only this woman brings her lunch. And a drink from a gas station. And reads a book. For hours on end. The tables do not belong to the paper, or the building. They are the cafe's. They are for customers, and they're often full. Crazy reading bag lady, they are not for you.
A cruel joke at my neighborhood petrol station, where the hand-drawn "3" doesn't exactly outshine the original "1" at night.
Diving meet over, and I had a blast. Skipped Saturday, instead got ultra-burned at the beach; then went back out to the pool today, where the 98-degree weather and "Extreme" UV forecast really did a number on my face. (Perhaps that should be today's Photo of the Day.)
Again, more photos here. Will probably upload the last (non-Finchum/Boudia) photos sometime Monday.
Awesome day at the pool. Going back out Sunday for sure; tomorrow, maybe, too. Lots more photos here.
Rudolph the Black-Nosed Green Dog.
(Yes, I'm getting lazy, just taking pictures of art on my walls. Cut me some slack; it's been a long week.)
I rented a nice long lens for the weekend, as I got permission to go shoot the USA Diving Grand Prix at the Fort Lauderdale Aquatics Center. Even got some tips from Master of all swimming/diving photography, Getty Images' Donald Miralle. So, more interesting pictures will be appearing shortly, with any luck. I plan to go out Friday and Sunday... and, depending on how things go, perhaps Saturday, too. Hoping for more good weather!
It is possible, given my route to and from work, to be stopped at drawbridges four times in a day. Today was three.
Super-Special Early-Morning Bonus Picture: So, the cops made an appearance on good ol' Rodman Street this morning. Round about 12:45, when I'm settled in on the couch watching Three Sheets, I hear a squeal of tires and the dark living room lights up with flashing blue and red.
What I initially thought was some sort of roadblock at the end of my street turned out to be Major Police Action on the next street over, for when I peered out the kitchen window, there was what must have been a good percentage of the Hollywood police force.
Over the next 15 minutes or so, there were muddled loudspeaker pleas to "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE" (thankfully not in my direction), officers running down the street with guns drawn and ultimately some sort of resolution that didn't, thankfully, involve pops of gunfire.
A note on the picture: Pretty lame, yes, but as the aforementioned cops-with-guns-drawn were about 20 feet from my door when the dramatic lights were flashing, I imagined the possibility of them mistaking my hefty camera/lens combo for some sort of firearm. I figure if that would have happened, I probably wouldn't boast the ability to post this right now. So better something than nothing, right?
