Define this "tailgating" thing.
Once upon a time many years ago, nyxdae, hypertechie and abiona were roommates. We now cover the entire country (nyxdae claims the Midwest, hypertechie the West Coast, and I have the East), so should we ever decide to take over the United States, we are admirably positioned.
nyxdae got married on August 16th, and I decided to make a road trip out of it. Unfortunately, I didn't get any shots of the wedding ceremony itself, for I was too far from the altar (forgot to bring my lenses and tripod! Again!) and behind several noggins, which were surely fine noggins, but in my way no matter what their quality. So I took pictures of other things.
The "on the road" shots are all from a different point and shoot camera, as my regular Nikon is too big for me to handle while driving around 70 MPH. I usually wait for a quiet moment on the road and just hit the shutter button, and if anything ends up in focus (or indeed, aimed out the windows at all), it's good. Most are bad. Surprisingly enough, taking pictures seems to have the same effect as caffeine. I feel equally as alert if I'm looking for interesting pictures. (But just to be safe, because this is a lot of Ohio we're talking about, I dosed up on Mocha Fraparaparachinos anyway.)
I hate driving through Ohio, but these clouds were mighty interesting. (p.s., I obviously stopped to get this shot.)
Same clouds, no cars.
The light at the end of the tunnel? It looked like the light was at the end of Ohio. But it wasn't.
Shot of the sunset in the Hoosier Homeland. I edited this one a bit to take a couple of gigantic bug splotches and my dashboard out. While modest, this sunset was actually pretty neat, so I am a bit sad that all my button pushing yielded only one in-focus photo. (p.s. if you are concerned by the bad karma you accumulate when you kill insects, do not drive through the Midwest in the summer.)
The next day, I headed out to Chicago to meet up and stay with erikadoor. We ate ice cream, bought candy, and found ducks. This particular duck was blind in one eye, but since he was a smart duck, he would never hold that side of his head still long enough for me to get a shot of it. I didn't have food, so what incentive was there for him?
More ducks! I think the fowl on one foot was skipping. Yes, in my world, ducks can skip.
On Saturday, I drove down to central Illinois. The exterior of the church seemed to be in some sort of total landscaping makeover, so here are some flowers inside.
Guess what? More stained glass.
And yet more stained glass! I like this one the best.
At the reception, our name tags/table placement indicators were Lego people. My gal had a little Gryffindor sweater on. I tried to trade my flag and cup for somebody's sword, but couldn't strike a satisfactory bargain, and had to clink my glass a lot to console/amuse myself.
Most of the folks from my college group were at the same table, but mine was almost completely across the room. I was a bit worried that it might be awkward, but in the end, I think my table worked out very well. Between finding other cup-clinking degenerates and brief conversations on urban contraction and America's changing place in the world pecking order, I was perfectly happy.
The dancing was very amusing, with a small group of guys (including nyxdae's brother) leading the grooving way. I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to swing-style dancing, but I seem to be relatively competent anyway. One guy said something like, "You're pretty good at following, which is good, because I'm really just making this up." I think he had downed a few drinks already, which probably helped his impression of my dancing skills. As a side note, my guidelines are: 1.) the guy usually leads, so let him initiate any potential screwups, 2.) just keep moving, and 3.) don't trip.
Unfortunately, I sensed an imminent caffeine crash, and knowing that the drive back to Chicago would take me about three hours, had to leave early. Bummer! But I made it in one piece and didn't get lost.
On my way back home the next day, I could not resist taking a shot of the approximate spot where I got stuck when my car died. Three things are notable in this picture: the clear lack of my car being dead there, the corn, and the fact that there's nothing much around. What you can't see is me attempting to wave good-bye as I zoomed past it with a functioning alternator.
My last shot.
Next time, I just need to figure out how to work in a visit with etoileeyes and a stop at Lake Michigan, and I think I will complete just about everything I want to while in the Homeland!