Wednesday, January 28, 2004

I’ve finally downloaded a bunch of pictures from my camera.

Annie rolling around.
Annie, “the tank” as some in my family refer to her.

A snow covered tree yesterday morning - I was walking Annie at 5:30 and thought I’d attempt a shot.
A second tree taken yesterday on that walk.

The view from my balcony yesterday. No, they don’t plow. Crazy, huh?
The parking lot at my apartment building yesterday.
Another view of the parking lot from my balcony.

The corner of my street this morning.
The main street in my neighborhood this morning.
Further down the main street. As you can see, not much was plowed.

Some trees along Rt 50. My attempt at an arty shot.
Traffic on I-66 this morning.

Last week there was a car that was poking along at about 20 MPH in an area that the speed limit was 45MPH. As I passed her, I noticed that she was holding a notebook or something up to her face, just below her eyes. Her sunshade was down as well. All that was visible were her sunglasses. I tried to get a picture of her behind me because I thought it was odd and amusing. This is what I got.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

I’ve added new pics to the CootieGirl rotation as well as the masthead. You’ll see them on occasion.

The following are the few pictures I took while at Disney last week:

With my friend Jessel at Magic Kingdom.
At Epcot with the YL International Division crew.
Cindy doing her thang at her castle.

The little dog that flew to Orlando on my flight. He whined under my seat for most of the flight.

The pool at the hotel as seen from my balcony. I was on the 17th floor. View #2.

A bullrider at the rodeo we visited. That whole experience was a hoot and I would be more than happy to share stories, but you sort of have to know the people I was with and Young Life to get the humor. Another bullrider.

I did do the It’s a Small World ride. Here’s proof shot #2.

What’s funny is that because we weren’t allowed to take cameras into the room for the screening of The Passion..., I have no photographic proof of the events of that whole day. Nothing with Jim Caveziel or Jars of Clay. Dang.