LaurieWrites

On forgetting whether or not I ever told my blog that I danced to I'm Every Woman with Jane Fonda.

Seriously. 

I'm going through my photo archives for another day in a row, putting together some images for a friend of mine, and wow. The things you don't really forget but don't actively remember. Like this: 

That's my mother on the far right in this one. She looks like we all felt.

 

This is what happens when you follow Dylan McDermott into the W hotel in New Orleans because you figure that's where the party is because his stepmother just happens to be throwing it. And then somehow you end up in the party yourself (**coughpresspasscough**) standing a few feet away from an open bar and Rosario Dawson. 

 

 Dudes this is still funny, almost two years later.

 

That will never not be funny to me. That ain't no On Golden Pond. 

I have no idea what I said exactly to get us in those doors but I will never be sorry. Like Ferris said, life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. 

Whole set here. Fabulous trip. 

Old December Views

I am so far behind, I can't even explain what's been keeping me away. 

This was on the table at a media dinner I attended a few years ago. I entered it into a Flickr Advent Calendar group that I was pretty dedicated too in December, 2006 (2006 - wow, eons) because I thought it was pretty then and I still like it now. 

I had no idea what bokeh meant then. It's been a long, informative three years. 

Biscuit eater.

I am just about there, just about caught up. December 5, yes? I promise this makes sense in my head.

I grew up in a household where "son of a biscuit eater' was an acceptable euphemism for the more profane iteration of that term. You know, like "fudge" and "mother of pearl" and the like.

What, you don't do that? You probably don't say "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" either. Whatever.  

I am not a son at all, but I do eat biscuits. And also fudge, and I even bought some of that on this trip, too, but that's another story. This is about biscuits. This is one of the best ones I've ever had, perhaps the very best one. And whereas a very good friend of mine made me some in her own kitchen on my way home a few days later, I don't have a picture of it to share with you.

If you're going to have friends, it's nice to have the kinds of friends who will feed you biscuits they make from scratch in their very own kitchens, I'm serious.

This one was from Blackstone's in Beaufort, South Carolina, where the nice people let me sit down even though the kitchen was about to close and I had the most delicious shrimp & grits and this biscuit. And it occurred to me that I really ought to ask for one to stick in my pocket and take for the road, and I'm still really sorry I didn't. I had these insane thoughts like, "Oh, sometimes it's good to just eat one of something when it's really good, so you can remember it and savor it," and "Two would just make me really sick" and "There will be other biscuits."

Sometimes I am really not very smart. I am, however and in general, quite well fed. This is one of my favorite things about my life.

Walking in Charleston.

And still catching up on December Views. December 4, now, I guess? I should really get with the program here.

178 1/2 , Charleston

Used.

Harborwatch Books, Beaufort, South Carolina, upstairs in the used book room. 

I love bookstores more than most places. After a few days solid with a bunch of people it was really nice to spend too much time in this space with shelves and shelves of old books.

December views from here.

Karen finds beautiful things every day, and I am not shy about telling her that through her words and images I find inspiration.

I stumbled a little post-NaBloPoMo, not sure what to do for December quite yet, and since I've been away from home for a couple of weeks I've been a little more uncentered. This is scary because I'm in a largely uncentered period to begin with. She shared Hippy Urban Girl's December Views project, and I immediately decided to join in. I have a few days to catch up on but I think I can do it. I like the idea of an image a day anyway. I've been doing pretty well with posting photos more consistently and it's more fun to do it with other people.

I'm off to Charlotte to see my other Laurie, another person whose eye I admire and from whom you see all sorts of pretty and just plain awesome things every day. I'm sure I'll share a view or two from there, too.

December 2, catching up:

Surfside Beach, dunes, sunset

I'm hoping the sun is out next week.

But if it's not, at least there will be an ocean-view balcony and beer. (Counting the minutes at this point.)

Flickr

I hardly knowr.

Except I do.  

I became a Flickr pro member on November 20, 2005. (Haha, I wrote a "1" as the first number in that year. Like I can remember anything happened more than nine years ago? Also I just had to erase eight to type nine, so obviously I don't know what the hell year it is at all, much less century.) I have 782 pages of pictures. 782. My current photo total is 14,057. That's crazy. Look! Look at the crazy picture lady!

Anyway, this was my first picture I posted on Twitter. It is utterly unremarkable in every way, except 2005 was a horrible terrible year when I tried to leave town as much as possible (LIKE THAT HELPS, HAHA, the universe laughs!) So I guess it signified something. Whatever. 

I also wrote that this was the first picture I posted on Twitter. Do you see that? I'm not changing it. This is not going well.

 

I still take pictures of clouds every time I'm in a plane if I'm in a window seat, can't lie. Also, if you're next to me and drooling, game on, Mr. Stranger Man.

 

My most recent posted photo is a blurry iPhone shot of Chuck D. that I used in the post below so I won't belabor the point, and the one before that is of a kid wearing flip-flops with socks on the Metro, also off the iPhone. Hugely unremarkable, and I should most that stuff to Tumblr but I'm getting photo/blog application attention deficit disorder and I have to get it under control. I have some engagement photo session shots to post and some stuff from the Kirtsy party last night but I'm running out of time to eat and sleep so posting is slow going lately. This weekend is going to be full of fun stuff too so maybe Sunday I can just sit and dump it all.

I do wish there was more traffic on Flickr again. I miss it. I don't know what's going on, if it's the groups I belong to or my failure to tell people I have a Flickr stream (not so, I link it more than my blog, actually.) I think a lot of applications are in flux. Or maybe it's me. I don't know. I like having the application on my iPhone, so I'm thinking that'll encourage me to use it more, or differently, or...yeah, I really don't know.

I'll stick with it, though. I still kind of love it.

Here's my set of favorites.

 

Here are a lot of my favorite people and portraits.

And here is my self-portrait madness.

This Web site really is one of my favorite things online or anywhere, and now that I'm marking my time in Flickr time, I really cannot believe it's been four years.

On my mind.

Today was not good with the exception of one good thing, which although it was good was offset with some irritating things and an upsetting thing or two. I'm ready to get out of here for awhile. Although there are a few very fun things coming up this week and I'm happy to see some good friends, I'm more ready to head south and hit the reset button, and see some people who make me smile.