Five Random Pictures

Now that I am back at home, I’ve had a chance to go back through the photos I took while Choppy and I were on the first part of the trip. A few things were obvious.

First, I am horrible – horrible – at taking self-portraits of Choppy and myself.  This would probably be obvious to anyone who saw my videotaping skills (or rather, lack thereof) from Mardi Gras.

Second, I really need to stop taking pictures while driving. I took a lot of those. Not only are they usually bad pictures, but they are probably not safe to take.

Third, I take a lot of pictures of scenery. Considering I take photos with my little Kodak Easy Share and iPhone 5, these never turn out that well. I should also stop taking those.

Basically, to sum up, I learned that I have no future career in photography. Not that this will stop me from taking pictures and sharing with you. Below are five random pictures I found that I thought I would post while I prepare a couple more substantive posts.

Choppy is quite photogenic. Therefore, I am rather happy when I get a picture of her looking less-than-stellar. In related news, I appear to be jealous of my dog’s ability to look good in photographs. That’s probably not good.

Here are the “dogs” I saw running toward me in Death Valley. Definitely not dogs. Definitely coyotes. I may need a new contact lens prescription.

It’s kind of hard to see if you don’t enlarge the photo, but the name of the van camper is “Cramalot Inn.” This name could also be used for my own car while we are on the road. Relatedly, I really need to get a car top carrier before getting back on the road. I would like to use a mirror in the car again.

I took a couple days off while in Houston, and my friend Jose took me to Chinatown for lunch and some shopping. In one of the Asian food stores, we saw this guy. I’m pretty sure he was there before anyone in the United States had ever heard of Gangnam Style. And now that Gangnam Style has been replaced by…something (Harlem Shake? I am so far behind the times), he’s still there.

At home, Choppy sees crows all the time. In winter, they descend upon Terre Haute in the thousands, and Choppy seems indifferent to them, even when those thousands of crows are perched overhead in the park where we walk, in a scene that makes the birds in Birds seem like a happy dream. However, this particular crow fascinated her. Or perhaps she just wondered whether the crow thought she looked bad in this outfit.