I am soon to get back to this pitiful little corner of disrepute. All i can talk about right now is surgeries, portfolios, desserts, and shockingly debilitating knots in my back and neck. Oh, and watching the doc play video games.
But not now. Haircut in less than an hour, before which I need to hobble my crippled self into the shower. If you don’t hear from me again, you can assume that I slipped and am laid up in a body cast.
The ol’ 3sixty5 project made me beg Mark to pull a U-turn after dinner so we could take a walkthough of a carnival on the west side. I’ve never been to a sadder, creepier, more desperately depressing carnival in all of my days… I think because it was deserted. The “try-your-luck” folks hawking (or, in some cases, begging we’d play) various games of skill or chance were a mix of rabid and cavalier… getting awfully close and taunting and then calling after us as we hurried toward nowhere in particular just to get out of dodge. It was like being in Tijuana or Barbados, children swarming the car to sell trinkets. Only these weren’t children. They were grimey men with unwashed hair and poorly kept teeth. And it was dark. And we had no shell of glass and metal to protect us, or to whisk us away when the traffic opened up.
We climbed over heavy electrical cables and took the dark back alleyway behind booths rather than face the hucksters, and stopped at the empty carousel for a moment before slipping past the fence and back to our lives.
Had there been a Tilt-O-Whirl, I might have paid for a ticket.
365/3
In the wee hours of Day 3, we stumbled upon the wienermobile next to our building.
365/1
Day one of my 3 sixty 5 project, i found my SLR in this sorry state of suckiness.
