Mom and Dad set me up with some “chrome” hubcabs for Christmas. (They are shiny plastic; I’m not insane.) I’ve been riding with two hubcaps for at least half a year now. Longer than that. I’ve lost three hubcaps over the years, replaced one. They are not cheap. But these beauties? Boy, don’t they shine. [Project 365]
It snowed the day after Christmas. I found some virgin snow at the parents’ house. The rest is self-explanatory. The amazing thing here is how there’s not a single dog paw print anywhere near this piece o’ work. THAT is talent, my friends. Whose? Not sure.
*In honor of Lonnie D’s big Rainmakers fantasy championship a few weeks ago. My dear boy was flipping me off for unrelated reasons (possibly related to my having a camera pointed at him all the time), but when I went to title the photo, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Dirty Birds. [Project 365]
Brunch, daydrinking, babysmooching. Two days, two shots from basically the same exact spot in my house. 2011, your ass is mine … once I decide to leave the house. [Project 365]
Both of which surely portend a year much like the others that have come before it. [Project 365]
Asheville is the shit. Let’s just get that out of the way real quick. Because Asheville, for whatever reason, is one of those places that has flown completely under my radar. It wasn’t until I was trying to think of interesting places to visit on the last half of my pre-Christmas vacation that my pal Shane suggested it to me, since it’s so dang close to Gatlinburg (less than a two-hour drive). He said his…
Happy New Year at the Hi-Tone from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. That was the scene at the Hi-Tone last night, after the free cups of champagne had been poured down our gullets with great fanfare and meticulously timed lip kisses, between sets by the Tennessee Tearjerkers and Harlan T. Bobo. I didn’t capture the midnight countdown on camera because I was too busy double fisting (the remains of my Jack and Coke in the left…
I duped Ray into traveling across the state with me for my annual trek to the family timeshare in Gatlinburg. The first day was a complete tear-filled wash (seriously, I thought we were going to die) but when we finally made it to East Tennessee, things got better and more vacation-y. The fella had never been to that neck of the woods before, and while I declined to immerse him in the Black Bear Jamboree…
Me: What are we doing tonight? Boyfriend: Partying hard…ying. Me: Where? Boyfriend: … Applebees.
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