Peeper Dee #299


make like a tree by sunny lee

As always, submit when you can.

Use the above link for my address.

And always feel free to click to see a larger version of the image.

Continue reading “Peeper Dee #299”

Advertisements

This election, I’m voting for Barmitt Obamney … won’t you join me


If you’re like me, you listen to the news — especially the election coverage — with glee.

You think, “Gosh, isn’t it great that two men can spend endless hours hustling the American public whilst spending gobs and gobs of money toting around their entourages of staff and advisers, living in hotels, flying from place to place in big planes with lots of amenities, driving in large caravans of cars, trucks, buses and motorcycles … all to attract your vote like high school on steroids.”

The popularity contest isn’t as nauseating as it is just a vomitous mess of shit and piss, regurgitated history of bullshit.

Both candidates would run their offices and administrations allow them to run them.

If you’re hoping it’s all over come November 6, according to this article, think again. With a close race, it’s going to be George W. vs. Gore gets its revenge.

Judging from the last election, people are going to flip the fuck out if Obama gets another term. The polemic crazy is going lose its collective minds and bring their pistolas into the streets.

It’ll be gasoline on the tea-party of insanity.

Join me in voting for Barmitt Obarmney, you won’t be let down. Well, maybe a little.

finding equilibrium


Yesterday, a development company hired us to shoot their buildings that they built or maintained in the western suburbs. We’ve been jampacking our schedule lately with jobs, which makes for some heavy stress and inconsistent schedules.

Sometimes you need a little shakeup in your schedule, but sometimes it’s nice to have balance as well.

On Tuesday night, we were debating whether to have a neighbor let Talulah out during the day or drop her at daycare. She was in daycare all last week, and while she is exhausted afterwards, we think she likes it better at home.

Over dinner, Tina says, “Why not take her with us?”

My mouth scrunched and eyebrows raised. “That’s not a bad idea.”

We only had one interior to shoot, and that one wasn’t going to take long. So we took Talulah on our job yesterday.

When we first got her, I kept saying, “I can’t wait to take her on jobs with me.” Well, yesterday, I got my wish. She did well. While I shot, Tina and Talulah walked about. In one parking lot, Tina played Chuck-it with Talulah.

In the back of my mind, I kept seeing a cop pull up and write us a ticket for having a dog off leash, and another ticket for having a pit bull off leash. But we eluded them … this time.

One of our locations was a church, and we talked to a guy named Rick, who escorted us through the building. We grabbed a shot in their kitchen, where I picked up  a heavy box filled with loaves of bread. Of course I commented that the bread was heavy.

Rick explained that they get un-sold bread from local bakeries and redistribute them to the needy. I couldn’t help but be proud of that kind of work. Of course it’s amazing what churches can do with their reach. It bothers me that people need that kind of help in the first place, but it’s awesome what human intelligence and grace does.

Rick also explained that the church offers groups like AA and NA a place for free to have meetings. Whereas other buildings would charge fees of some kind.

Counting Calories

When Tina and I are on the road — especially with Lulah — we lean toward fast food. But lately, we’ve been watching our calories. Tina has been on a calorie-counting diet partly in support for her cousin. But partly because it’s just a good idea to watch how much you intake.

It’s amazing how — especially in America — we are emboldened with the right to eat and drink whatever the fuck we want. If a McDonald’s meal comes with fries and a coke, hell yeah, eat the whole freaking thing. Meanwhile you start wondering why your blood pressure is through the roof and your sweat pants don’t fit the way they used to.

Since Tina and I cook at home, we will justify eating more than a recommended serving. But you’ll never guess just how many more calories you take in by eating more than a serving.

Keeping an eye out on things like that helps re-establish equilibrium when our schedules and diets get out of whack while traveling or intensified schedules.

Hell, ask Luis V. When we met them for lunch, I scarfed down my meal long before everyone else. I was so hungry and exhausted, I wasn’t enjoying my meal. I was getting through it as fast as I could. I’m the guy that needs reminding more than anyone.

Blood pressure. 

Many of you know I struggled with high-ish blood pressure back in 2009 and regulated it through diet and exercise. I’m proud to report that with the increased stress, I’m well below normal. Once in a while, my systolic will peak at above normal. It’s usually because I get nervous when the machine comes on. But if I take my pressure two more times in the next 20 minutes, it’s always well below normal. It’s weird how that works.

Rounding it all up. 

Often, when I’m working, I have time to wander though ideas and thoughts. The church we visited and their benevolence struck me. I often wonder what I’m missing out on by not being religious. What are the downsides?

When I think about it, though, I’m often comforted. If prayers are hopes for what I want to happen, my “prayers” are answered positively just as often as they did when I was a believer.

When I think about someone saying how blessed they are, I can’t help but consider all the people who aren’t “blessed.”

Part of the church we photographed concentrated on a pre-school area. That old song, “Jesus Loves the Little Children” popped into my mind. And while the kids who attend this preschool must be blessed, and they feel loved, possibly loved by Jesus, I can’t help but think of all the children who don’t feel that way. Either in this country or abroad, living in shacks, their bodies bloated and full of disease.

As I carried my tripod from spot to spot, and I sang those words I was taught as a child.

“Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world, red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight.”

I kept thinking about the children who suffer, for no reason other than losing the ovarian lottery.

Jesus loves “all” the children?

The song should be, “Jesus loves some of the children … some of the children of the world, mostly white and wealthy, mostly living in developed nations. Jesus loves some of the children of the world.”

 

 

Surprise! Former Secretary of State Colin Powell endorses President Obama


From CBS News:

When he took over, the country was in very very difficult straits. We were in the one of the worst recessions we had seen in recent times, close to a depression. The fiscal system was collapsing. Wall Street was in chaos, we had 800,000 jobs lost in that first month of the Obama administration and unemployment peaked a few months later at 10 percent. So we were in real trouble. The auto industry was collapsing, the housing was start[ing] to collapse and we were in very difficult straits. And I saw over the next several years, stabilization come back in the financial community, housing is now starting to pick up after four years, it’s starting to pick up. Consumer confidence is rising.”

On Romney and foreign policy:

“The governor who was saying things at the debate on Monday night … was saying things that were quite different from what he said earlier. I’m not quite sure which Gov. Romney we would be getting with respect to foreign policy.”

Imagine that.

Just imagine that.

Found at Joe my God.