Day Twenty Two

Sign Of The Times

The Nashville Flea Market has been around for a long time, making its home every fourth weekend of every month at the Nashville Fairgrounds. This flea market is listed in the top ten flea markets in the nation. Neil and I have been junkin here regularly for the past six or seven years. But the current leadership in Nashville has the idea that this piece of property could better be used in some other (money making) way. If they get their wish, the Tennessee State Fair, the speedway, the flea market and a whole host of other events that take place there will soon be history. We beg to disagree and readily signed the petition to save the Nashville Fairgrounds. The city council will hold a meeting on the matter in February. In the meantime, the flea market is scheduled to run through the end of this year. Neil and I plan to visit as many as we can before another Nashville icon becomes a memory.

Day Twenty One

"The Path The Child Followed Home"

Neil had the day off today. He and Elijah (and Eddie, of course) went to meet Shelby as she walked from school. We had a stormy afternoon--rain, lightning, thunder. I hear some people had hail. These three (and Eddie, of course) didn't seem to mind walking home in the rain. We took the kids to the D.Q. for ice cream to celebrate Shelby's most excellent report card--two B's and the rest A's. I think the storms are over for now.

Day Twenty

Winging It

I have to snap a lot of pictures just to--hopefully--end up with one that's pretty cool. Birds are amazing little creatures and difficult to capture in flight because one second they're there and the next they're gone. They move quicker than my rapid fire snapshots. Thought I'd share this one with you from a day or two ago, as I didn't even pick up my camera today. Sometimes you just have to wing it.

Day Nineteen

If Looks Could Kill ...

If looks could kill, I'd be lying on the floor, clutching my camera. Grand son Elijah and I were playing upstairs this afternoon, and I was taking his picture. After about the umpteenth click of my camera, he ordered me in no uncertain terms and with this look on his face to: "Stop taking my picture!" I told him okay. (For now.)

Day Eighteen

A Little Levity ...

This picture cracks me up. The bird is poised in midair, as though he's not even flapping his wings. Like Houdini. It's magic!