cornfields of popcorn yet to be opened
Aug. 16th, 2004 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanPutting a digital camera in my hands was always a dangerous proposition - instant gratification is a beautiful, addictive thing. On the other hand, instead of my wordy, effusive prose, you get pictures. I'm thinking everyone can find something to agree on there.
I set out this morning for breakfast with a friend and found my neighborhood to be more interesting than I thought possible.
Welcome To My Not-So-Wasteland
I chose to take Southern Boulvevard instead of Okeechobee because it has fewer lights. Insert Robert Frost reference here. Little did I know it would inspire today's photo essay. Halfway to 441, this was sitting in the median:
It's a loveseat. A bit worn, missing the seatcushion, but seemingly intentionally placed. It's upright, it's conscienciously not in the middle so as to avoid what rain might accumulate there. In fact, its placement:
...is due west, as if perhaps someone comes out there around seven with a cold beer and settles in to watch the sun set. Aside from the road signs, it's a pretty good view. Florida's utter flatness is good for that sort of thing.
Moving on:
Yeah, that cleared things right up, thanks.
Now, while I admittedly didn't make it there during my time in Paris, I'm fairly certain its a damn sight more impressive than that.
And hey, I was wrong!
My little town does have a sliver of claim to something cool!
Digital zoom, thou art teh suck. But yes, the sign says just what you think it does. *shudder* Thanks, but I think he's got his hands full governing one state.
Finally made it to the plaza about 50 minutes after setting out. Nice assortment of shops including a movie theater, Starbucks, mechanic, and several restaurants. I'd frequent if it wasn't so.bloody.far. But then, what else is new. Anyway, when I'd called Staci to let her know I was running late, she told me she was going to wait in Borders, so I went inside to look for her.
[insert picture of very middle-aged man deeply engrossed in the newest issue of In Touch magazine]
Oh, I so, so dearly wish I'd gotten a shot of that one, but some misplaced sense of common decency prevented me from peering around a post and sneaking a snappy.
This, though:
Shatner wrote a Star Trek spinoff novel? *piqued* Is it any good?
Staci had moved to Einstein's where we had a lovely two-hour breakfast talking about our summers, our love/hate relationship with the paper and its sometimes less than illustrious staff moments, New York, instituting dinner parties at the apartment this year, lalala it never ceases to surprise that I can be endlessly social.
On the way back, I passed pretty much nothing besides housing developments:
*snerk* Yeah, okay. And nurseries:
Heh. Oh, and there was a tractor on the road whose driver was wielding an outdoor table umbrella against the sun. That was... creative. A bit cumbersome, and inarguably amusing, but creative. Hey, in this state, whatever it takes to stay cool.
Because I keep promising evidence of it, I stopped in the parking lot of our amusement park-sized Wal-Mart, but couldn't get a good angle to encompass the entire building. It's really obscene. I stopped trying after three shots because a wandering employee seemed to take interest in the double-parked girl with the camera. It's just not a good time to be questioned about taking pictures of buildings right now, so on my merry way I went.
This sign has been the wrong way (on a one-way street no less) since I've known it:
Honestly, it's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
This is the intersection in front of Wal-Mart. I liked the cloud formations, the weather reaching ominous gray cloud fingers into the bright blue sky across the way. To the right of the frame, it's raining, lightning and all. To the left, I needed sunglasses and had a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead from just walking across the parking lot. Only to have the situation reversed in about an hour. Oh, Florida.
Ha! HA! Told you! We live absolutely nowhere, man.
And something you don't see everywhere:
A forest of palm trees! Doesn't quite inspire fear and big bad wolf tales, but I think it could inspire its own morbid bedtime stories too, no?
Drove past this on my way:
Now, what Seminole Prett Whitney divides is anyone's guess. But I live on East Pimlico, which is on the opposite side of SPW from where I saw this sign. It wasn't a huge leap of logic, but there was no street sign, so I went dirt road cruising.
And proof that a little willingness to loiter and persistence pays:
I so win. I might also be a big dork, but I'm still the winner.
My mom sent me back out later in the afternoon to Publix with her debit card, which meant the boys would have dinner and I got shiny new copies of both People and US Weekly for the trouble. It's a sick, sad addiction.
And by the time I got in the car to drive home, my blood sugar was so low that slap-happy would've been a mild diagnosis of my mood. I may have played nothing but Yeah the entire way (three and a half spins) singing and gesturing emphatically the whole time, then bounced around my kitchen and told my mother crazy stories (perhaps imitating voices of the people concerned) between mouthfuls of canned mushrooms, half a biscuit, leftover turkey and green beans, three glasses of Arizona Diet Green Tea, a bit of Ben & Jerry's Light Chocolate Chocolate Cookie ice cream and some raw sugar cookie dough. Why I'm not lying on the floor in a food coma is a quirk of metabolism I don't pretend to understand.
Currently, I'm ODing on HP fic (a thousand thank yous to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saturn92103 for her recommendation of Scratch, which is the real reason I was late to breakfast this morning) and TNT's deciding my birthday's come early, showing four straight episodes of Law & Order. Mmm, Jack McCoy. *lick*
I set out this morning for breakfast with a friend and found my neighborhood to be more interesting than I thought possible.
I chose to take Southern Boulvevard instead of Okeechobee because it has fewer lights. Insert Robert Frost reference here. Little did I know it would inspire today's photo essay. Halfway to 441, this was sitting in the median:
It's a loveseat. A bit worn, missing the seatcushion, but seemingly intentionally placed. It's upright, it's conscienciously not in the middle so as to avoid what rain might accumulate there. In fact, its placement:
...is due west, as if perhaps someone comes out there around seven with a cold beer and settles in to watch the sun set. Aside from the road signs, it's a pretty good view. Florida's utter flatness is good for that sort of thing.
Moving on:
Yeah, that cleared things right up, thanks.
Now, while I admittedly didn't make it there during my time in Paris, I'm fairly certain its a damn sight more impressive than that.
And hey, I was wrong!
My little town does have a sliver of claim to something cool!
Digital zoom, thou art teh suck. But yes, the sign says just what you think it does. *shudder* Thanks, but I think he's got his hands full governing one state.
Finally made it to the plaza about 50 minutes after setting out. Nice assortment of shops including a movie theater, Starbucks, mechanic, and several restaurants. I'd frequent if it wasn't so.bloody.far. But then, what else is new. Anyway, when I'd called Staci to let her know I was running late, she told me she was going to wait in Borders, so I went inside to look for her.
[insert picture of very middle-aged man deeply engrossed in the newest issue of In Touch magazine]
Oh, I so, so dearly wish I'd gotten a shot of that one, but some misplaced sense of common decency prevented me from peering around a post and sneaking a snappy.
This, though:
Shatner wrote a Star Trek spinoff novel? *piqued* Is it any good?
Staci had moved to Einstein's where we had a lovely two-hour breakfast talking about our summers, our love/hate relationship with the paper and its sometimes less than illustrious staff moments, New York, instituting dinner parties at the apartment this year, lalala it never ceases to surprise that I can be endlessly social.
On the way back, I passed pretty much nothing besides housing developments:
*snerk* Yeah, okay. And nurseries:
Heh. Oh, and there was a tractor on the road whose driver was wielding an outdoor table umbrella against the sun. That was... creative. A bit cumbersome, and inarguably amusing, but creative. Hey, in this state, whatever it takes to stay cool.
Because I keep promising evidence of it, I stopped in the parking lot of our amusement park-sized Wal-Mart, but couldn't get a good angle to encompass the entire building. It's really obscene. I stopped trying after three shots because a wandering employee seemed to take interest in the double-parked girl with the camera. It's just not a good time to be questioned about taking pictures of buildings right now, so on my merry way I went.
This sign has been the wrong way (on a one-way street no less) since I've known it:
Honestly, it's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
This is the intersection in front of Wal-Mart. I liked the cloud formations, the weather reaching ominous gray cloud fingers into the bright blue sky across the way. To the right of the frame, it's raining, lightning and all. To the left, I needed sunglasses and had a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead from just walking across the parking lot. Only to have the situation reversed in about an hour. Oh, Florida.
Ha! HA! Told you! We live absolutely nowhere, man.
And something you don't see everywhere:
A forest of palm trees! Doesn't quite inspire fear and big bad wolf tales, but I think it could inspire its own morbid bedtime stories too, no?
Drove past this on my way:
Now, what Seminole Prett Whitney divides is anyone's guess. But I live on East Pimlico, which is on the opposite side of SPW from where I saw this sign. It wasn't a huge leap of logic, but there was no street sign, so I went dirt road cruising.
And proof that a little willingness to loiter and persistence pays:
I so win. I might also be a big dork, but I'm still the winner.
My mom sent me back out later in the afternoon to Publix with her debit card, which meant the boys would have dinner and I got shiny new copies of both People and US Weekly for the trouble. It's a sick, sad addiction.
And by the time I got in the car to drive home, my blood sugar was so low that slap-happy would've been a mild diagnosis of my mood. I may have played nothing but Yeah the entire way (three and a half spins) singing and gesturing emphatically the whole time, then bounced around my kitchen and told my mother crazy stories (perhaps imitating voices of the people concerned) between mouthfuls of canned mushrooms, half a biscuit, leftover turkey and green beans, three glasses of Arizona Diet Green Tea, a bit of Ben & Jerry's Light Chocolate Chocolate Cookie ice cream and some raw sugar cookie dough. Why I'm not lying on the floor in a food coma is a quirk of metabolism I don't pretend to understand.
Currently, I'm ODing on HP fic (a thousand thank yous to
saturn92103 for her recommendation of Scratch, which is the real reason I was late to breakfast this morning) and TNT's deciding my birthday's come early, showing four straight episodes of Law & Order. Mmm, Jack McCoy. *lick*
