My friend and I decided to go to a gun show, mostly because we’d never been. And also we were on the heels of a successful trip to a bodybuilding competition and felt like trying new things was our new thing to try.
In addition to lots of gun/blade/misc. weapons options, you can get “concealed carry” purses decorated with fake turquoise stones AND a big cross, which answers the question “What would Jesus do (with His gun)?” Obvs, he’d carry it in a purse.
And you could also purchase some jelly from this vendor. We spotted her apple tequila jelly and stopped to have a chat. She told a long story about how she got tipsy – tipsy! – from repeated tastings of the in-process jelly. “And that was before I even GOT to the brandied peaches!” was the conclusion to her narrative.
Anyway, after much careful consideration, we’ve decided our official position on gun shows is that we never have to go to another one ever again. (However, if we change our mind, there seems to be one in town about every couple of weeks.) (But we won’t change our mind.)
The other evening, I went over to the industrial side of town and did some shooting with a new-to-me 135mm lens. I usually shoot a 28mm on this particular camera and you know what? There’s a BIG difference between the two lenses! Really, who could have even predicted that. Other than, like, you know, everyone?
Anyway, I found this parking lot that was full of what looked like FEMA trailers, all lined up and pointing toward the setting sun.
This image is the confluence of a few things:
- My friend’s daughter participated in a bodybuilding competition and so I tagged along, with a camera.
- I am trying to shoot more things that are outside of my normal range of subjects.
- I had that narrow depth of field assignment staring me in the face.
And this is what happened.
I took some time the other Saturday morning to explore my own town; it paid off handsomely because not only did I discover an excellent coffee place, but there were some exuberant yucca flowers out in front.
And this reminds me that when I was a kid, I’d eat these flowers, which could surely explain some things.
This building is boarded up now, but back in the Olden Days of 2014, all I had to do to see this scene was to walk down the alley and look through the broken glass.
The real question here (and it’s one I cannot answer) is why I would have waited 405 weeks between when I made this photo and when I posted it.