Steel Street

Today, my long-time friend Traci came over to visit. In all the years that we've know each other, I can surely say that there has not been a single time when we were together that we didn't take pictures. Even if we were running to the gas station to get cold medicine and Topo Chico, there would be an impromptu photo shoot in the parking lot (probably with the gas station attendant). Because of her, I have an extensive library of photos, both film and digital, documenting each of my bad haircuts and random breakfast buffet plates in small Texas towns. 

Here are some of our afternoon photos, taken in my front yard, the neighbor's back yards, the laundry room and every other little crevasse around my Steel Street complex. 

More Beachy Days

Many more of these to come! Have a great day.

Galveston

If you ask any Houstonian what their opinion is of the Galveston beaches, you will most likely hear the word "gross" in their response. Though I am not denying this (I prefer to say that it is the mud from the Mississippi River that turns everything brown, and leave it at that), I still thoroughly enjoy going there. There is personally nothing more satisfying to me than salty, sticky skin and knotted beach hair; again many would disagree. So when my brother in law, Joe, and I were planning my sister's birthday, we thought it would be fun to go down to Gaidos for Shrimp and Grits, visit the candy stores on The Strand, hit the Poop Deck and then have a champagne and cupcake picnic on the seawall. 

And aside from Joe's "bat-out-of-fiery-hell" driving style, I think she had a great time! There she is below, peeking at me from behind her menu, excited about those grits.