SUMMARY: I took hundreds of photos over Labor Day, myself, mostly of people.
![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_s2oEQGAFN-i6q75c9eKB5mEk8CzkpwN2OCVXFxsVqnH9SG1j5FZtBvWAmWLf7N3UdTHJO60h14CtL4ORwklZgPpyVQmjoBgHjSBxpO5fMBjyeSH9oik34Iv--4OTpfmZY5hOdkWyo1UdaiJMDGX8n2TkpbaIQl__bxeReK8g=s0-d) | Boost discovers that we're set up right next to her breeder--her mommy, daddy, "uncles" Tango and Quirk, etc., and goes into submissive groveling every chance she gets. |
![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sitOZ7E5LoKQWKWIAXIERMTRGnSvkXylQOmj3i3-7b-yR4TMLcBgVgyAbfH0BB0w_xirfkXSH4A6N4WnmOUtp-lXNUs9-STs_aXxz4xnpgL_W5QTJskMXXFgjwQ6t_OmxqAY7UuFZDwLKyu4-tPNhvNL-RuVHLviLQ=s0-d) | My classmates' team, "Jim's Bars Sluts," from a running gag (gag might be right) in Wednesday night class. Plus the barstender himself. |
![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vBYMyZZnUbC56Tlym5X4sCLywpuPp23vNACyeCCkSUnmU6dVLK7A_FjhYL_6pL6uv7EVeK-YEfiQSnwg91rrq2S6kvSei6swkLXxC21RSI4BSYi5I7WLTUvhD897eu0LFVTG5Z2k4T2YrtZkRtH0vBaM8eojw=s0-d) | The opposite side of Jim's Bars Sluts |
![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sv9RP_shtbYuAGlqhQDYQOwP345V3iH7fyyqZfUUNfaTqXOs6CiJv-DQKjnm4Q7QvZDp5gv-asPfKr-ChPOSynsXeRToEQnhr7J7A8TnIE0nyIuaA8RQDfsnxmbXbKya3w87oGlw0HX_rv-03uhsGQ2knAi5gsqomxGhnm=s0-d) | To be SURE that there was a photo of me, I jammed my other camera into a convenient friend's hands and said, "please take a picture of me!" This is how I looked to almost everyone all weekend except when I was at the score table. |
![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tFEmdeMLa77BZva7_wEetsZxy6gqx5pX0DTsxuncKxCK31RQhm3hpvGzT8xk7kBd6g3Cr7gqDodPfY5txWfSYLVZvTTPmGaQaIOFnXc8w-dP9sDUTudqIZ_OtvkwaR6k_D-sFFeAxMETCGcVuNe89AzTV9lSyKyD8d3Ds=s0-d) | At the end of the weekend, almost everything was packed up, and people's dogs were starting to run around the field for some extra play time, when I had to go attend to something. I told the dogs to get into the car and wait there, not entirely believing that they'd still be actually in the car (by my definition of "in"--meaning not outside it sniffing around in the grass) when I returned. But there they were, the little angels! (This time.) |
Whoever took that photo of you with the camera is a FANTASTIC photographer and must be a simply lovely friend to craft such a flattering composition of your likeness and I'd just LOVE to meet such a person!
ReplyDeleteI'd have said exactly the same thing if I'd been feeling more verbose! ;-) Thanks again for being convenient and willing to indulge my photo fantasies, and it was cool to meet you and your family.
ReplyDeleteI haven't yet uploaded all of the photos I took over Labor Day, but there are assorted photos of you and yours scattered among them. *any day now*, I'm sure.
-ellen