The Florida Trip is Over...

...so posts are back at both2and: beyond binary.

Wedding 'Cake'

The food was delicious and ~ how to say? ~ copious.

I may never eat again.

Roundness

I've already taken over a hundred pictures ~ about half of them wedding-related ~ and I expect to take as many more tomorrow. I hope to focus more on people than buildings, although I suspect that with the return of the weekday, the street fauna won't be anywhere near as plentiful and various.

In the meantime, enjoy this sample of circles.

A Wish for the Future

Anybody who says marriage is no bed of roses clearly wasn't at the wedding I just attended. For ocular proof, see above.

For my dear friend and her newly consecrated husband, I wish happiness and a continual growing-together.

Shocking Expenditure

There was a flea market. I spent $35 dollars on bling. Shame on me.










NOT.

A brief dialog

I am in the habit, when I fly, of pausing mentally on take-off and landing to give thanks for my life and to take a brief moment to make peace with myself and my God. It's certainly partially superstitious, but also a sincere momento mori for me.

Today's offering went a bit differently than I'm accustomed to.

Approaching Miami airport...

Me: Thank you, God, for the gift of my life. Perhaps I haven't accomplished much with the gifts you've given me, but I've lived a blessed life none the less, and I'm grateful.

The Other: Why aren't you serving me?

Gulp.
I felt a bit as if I'd been bitch-slapped, not unkindly, but also in a completely unsentimental fashion.

The question remains.

I should know better

I went out window shopping on Collins Ave. with another friend of my to-be-wed friend. On a lark, we went into the Nicole Miller store and tried on very beautiful and expensive dresses.

Never do this.

Because of course one of them fit me perfectly and made me look more like a goddess than I could previously ever have aspired to. And alas, there is no way on God's green earth that I'm spending $400 on a dress. Not gonna happen.

Now it is fixed in my mind's eye as the Platonic Ideal of Dress, and I will never ever be satisfied with anything else. For I have tasted of the fruit of the tree and now I know how truly naked I'm destined to be.

Food, food, and more food

I think I'm going to return to DC in an utterly bloated and distended form. Not only is my friend providing lodging (and rather luxurious lodging, at that: free wireless boo-yah!), but also both dinners. One of which I've just returned from at a pace that can only be described as "waddling." It was a darn tasty meal, and the alcohol was okay too.

South Beach

It's 80 degrees. The water really is that turquoise color. And South Beach is every bit the crazy melting-pot Americana hootchi-mama kinda place I'd heard.

You got your bougie ex-yuppies, your retirees, your gang-bangers with bling, your low-riders, your Lamborghinis (three, I've seen so far, one baby blue), your teens with tit-jobs, your gusanos. Just everything, all at once. I'm thinking: photographer's paradise.

Unless something urgent comes up, I expect to be out taking pictures most of tomorrow. Unfortunately, they're saying it's going to be "cold" on Monday. In the 60s.

Oh, the humanity!

Welcome

While I'm in Florida this weekend I'll be posting here, rather than at both2and: beyond binary.

I roll my own weblog software, which has the drawback that it's essentially bound to my desktop, not a server-side solution. If I were very enterprising, I'd copy everything to my laptop when I travel, but honestly the versioning issues are more trouble than it's worth for a short trip.

When I return, I'll incorporate anything I write here back into my primary site.

Thanks for tagging along!