Where homeless pictures land, happy to find some place to finally belong after too much floating on my phone or my camera or on the desktop or in Photoshop.
My pictures have a very transient life, it seems.
This edition has about two weeks worth of material. It is like going back in time, of a sort.
You are here. We saw this somewhere in Tennessee. The trailer wasn’t much more specific than that. But visitors could rest comfortably in the knowledge that, as soon as an errant ash from the owner’s dangling cigarette caught the breeze they might very literally be somewhere else:
Crabford, the pool crab, says hello. He rides around in the car a lot, too:
This folk art can be found at one of the booths at Moe’s Original Bar-B-Q, where the biggest mistake they’ve ever made is encouraging people to scribble on their walls. If you’re having trouble picking out the detail, the crudely drawn character on the left is a terrified “Guy from Alabama.” The heroic and vibrant illustration on the right they’ve labeled as “Aubie Tiger.”
Perhaps I’m a traditionalist, but I liked it better when this was still painted on barns.
Clark Byers, an Alabama native, painted this on barns in 19 states, ranging from 1937 until 1969. He had about 900 barns under his built, offering to give the buildings a new coat of paint if the farmer would let him put the famous slogan on the roof. He died in 2004 at the age of 89. I remember writing that year “We can never look at barns the same.”
Well, I have a terrific life and asking for much more would just sound greedy. So, fortune accomplished:
The Yankee on the Ocoee River, near Benton, Tenn.:
The ones where she pretends to fall in the river we’ll just keep in the family collection:
We have an old grill brush tucked under the roof of the back porch, conveniently located next to the grill. Last year the squirrels stole it twice. (They couldn’t figure out how to get it over the privacy fence, apparently.) This year they’ve just decided to skip the takeout menu:
After a while I managed to get Allie to notice:
A few days later she took a nap with some of her toys. This is one spoiled kitteh:
We went to the local bike club’s time trials last week, just to watch. This guy hammered it home:
They post the participants’ times on the website later. I did the course the next day. I’m slower than everyone that showed up that evening:
