If you've got to wear a uniform at a Mardi Gras parade, you've got to jazz it up.
Family Gras parade 2014, Galveston, TX
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#Frifotos - Spring
#Frifotos - Texture
Soft, velvety rose petals that brush your lips when you smell them.
#FriFotos: Tasty
Pastries in Zurich
Dessert is the tastiest. I have a terrible sweet tooth, but how can you resist pastries that look so pretty?
My grandfather and my great-aunt both seem to eat ice cream on a daily basis. They are 88 and 93, respectively, which leads me to believe I need to get some ice cream in my fridge.
Strawberry shortcake in Charlottesville, Virginia
#Frifotos - Shapes
#FriFotos: Best of 2013
As I scrolled through my photos from 2013, looking for my best ones, I actually forgot about "best" and started marking favorites instead. Most of these choices are sentimental, selected more for the experience they represent than quality.
So, here we go.
Flowers… always flowers.
Louisville
This picture really is not that good, but it is Steve Buttleman, Churchill Downs bugler, bugling the call to post -- taken from inside the pagoda. And that was awesome.
Travels
Hot chicken in Nashville
A path in Asheville
Alphorn players in the Berner Oberland
My first Swiss cow parade
People
Grandma and the best little dog of three
Gabe is a mountain man
#FriFotos - Road Trip (and Hot Chicken, Round 2)
I'm rarely enthusiastic about the from-the-car photos I take on road trips. This one from last weekend's jaunt down to Nashville is no different. I want to share it because in the first seconds I saw this truck, I thought (hoped) it was actually a truck full of coffee.
Now that we've discovered hot chicken, no trip to Nashville will be complete without it. This time, we visited Hattie B's, near Vanderbilt. Hattie B's is a little fancier than Bolton's, but you still order at a counter and sit at picnic tables. They also have beer.
Since I survived the "hot" at Bolton's on our last visit, I thought I should see how I would handle the hottest chicken, the Damn Hot. I was nervous, and rightly so. That first bite was deceptive. I even thought Hattie B's might be faking it. When the server came around with a second dish of potato salad, her warning of, "It's a slow build," was too late. I was already there. And I never really crossed over to a place where I wasn't looking for something to eat that would ease the burn. I ate most of our four sides (pimento mac 'n' cheese!) and drank two beers in about 15 minutes. The chicken was delicious, and I ate half of Gabe's even though I said I was done before mine was gone. But when you feel like you've removed a layer of esophageal tissue, it's too hot. No more Damn Hot chicken for me.
#FriFotos - Views
I spent too long going through photos today looking for the perfect photo of sweeping views for today's #FriFotos theme. I finally settled on something less grand.
View out the window of a bathroom at Mammy's hostel in Lome, Togo
This is the view out of a window in the bathroom of the hostel where the Peace Corps lodged us for our first few days of training. My first morning in Togo, I woke up under a mosquito net to unfamiliar sounds -- a rooster, a street vendor's cries. My shower was cold (but cold running water, better than bucket baths in my future). I stopped back in the bathroom to take this photo before heading to my first Togolese breakfast, excited about all my "firsts" after days of "lasts" in the States (last hot shower in the States, last margarita, last sleep).