Sunday, December 03, 2006

a Prolific diary of ThanksGiving in Chicago

Here is an extensive photo-journal of the celebrations of Thanksgiving of 2006 for six fortunate people.

Many too many large people (one) for this small kitchen.


Kate looking happy to play the mum role for all the lost little boys.


sweetness.


An enjoyable photo from the deep well of Paul Davis' soul.


Like proud parents or something. Weird.


Paul vs. the celery.


Kathryn the domestic one.


"trying" to be helpful.


A little glimpse of heaven.


Beauty in the form of stuffed celery.





Samm "the Barbarian" Banthien Hodges ladies and gentlemen.


Doesn't that look inviting?


I just like the photo. Nothing spiritual.


We may have looked ridiculous, but we felt amazing at that moment, perched at the edge of edible bliss.



Just thought I would showcase this sweet photo of Dan's for no other reason than its undeniable sweetness.



The epitome of male leadership.








This was a meager attempt by me to break the male stereotype my counterparts were working so diligently to reinforce. ("no keep the male sterotype, its worked for years!" - anonymous)





I love finding narcissistic photos like this on my camera. Means I'm not the only one.


Just a sweet bridge.


I like to consider this impressionistic photography. As opposed to what it actually is...a shaky freakin photo.



Lovin in the night on a deserted city bridge, doesn't get much better than that. Unless of course you are lovin in the night on a city bridge with a free photographer to capture the moment...


Uh oh.


I had to climb an uncomfortable beam for this picture. Worth it?


No town like Chi-town.


Paul "the wild-eyed prophet" Davis.


What can I say, this just looked flippin sweet, I couldn't resist.


And so the fellowship of the Turkey set out...


Shooting the breeze.


Roomie Winne.


I can never get over the beauty of this city and these people.


Doesn't Samm look like a genius in this photo?


Dan "the..." Winne.


The crazies.


The love birds.


We all ducked down as the El (spanish for the "the") went past so as not to be spotted and ...who knows what could have happened then...


The lads trying to break into the piano factory to try to steal some keys.


my wonderful home.


Samm looking very...yes.



Just to make everyone envy Chicago and its amazing...sticks in the water.

symmetry.



These are my Irish hit men. Vicious, but cheap.


Kate and Paul the porter carrying my crocks and scarf.


Samm climbing out of the bridge where he was considering living.


My sister and brother (more or less)


Notice that more or less every photo of me is a little out of focus. The camera must automatically know who should be in front of the camera, and who should stay behind it.

I know, its an anticlimactic end. Dont' care.

2 comments:

becca said...

these are incredible. i dont even know what to say. very very good.

helen maggie said...

i agree. no words. just a number of days: 8.