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Redlight Antics

Jefferson Davis — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 01:32:32 +0000

A few days ago I entered a pact with K8 the Gr8. If one of us blogs, the other has to. It has worked out great and finally got me off my arse and got my fingers on the keyboard where they belong. I’m writing whatever comes to mind, ‘til I can sort out some short fiction that I’m working on.

This evening, I decided to go down to city centre to peruse the park and surroundings and hopefully get some pictures. I got more than I bargained for, but I like surprises. I was making my way through the exhaust fumes of the traffic, when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a redhead that that I know standing on the corner when I was about to turn.

I rolled down the window, leaned out, and said, “Hey Red, come here”.

She looked over while jabbering something inaudible on her mobile. She came running over with those beaming green eyes and her infamous strawberry golden ringlets flailing in the summer zephyr.

“What are you doing down here?” I asked whilst observing the man in a BMW convertible, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m down here to meet some girlfriends for dinner”, she said whilst leaning into the truck.

“Can I come along?” I asked while watching her look at herself in the side mirror.

The light is about to turn green by this point.

“No”, she exclaims.

“Get your cute butt in here and you can hang out with me ‘til they get here.”

She hopped in the other side and I looked over at the guy in the BMW. He shook his head, and yelled, “Man, I ain’t never seen a white boy pick up a chick like that. You sure you’re not part brother?”

“Hey, I’m everyone’s brother”, I said, as I laughingly pulled away.

She hung out with me while I took pictures and told me about every minute of everyday I had missed. She talks 24/7!

The girls showed up and they went off to play. I love her to bits, but my patience for her antics is finite these days. Actually, she and Scarlet from a previous post are a lot alike. That’s what scares me! What can I say, I have a genetic predisposition for redheads.

XXX – Walk this Way

Jefferson Davis — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:20:25 +0000

After writing the previous post yesterday, I went downtown to walk around and enjoy the lovely river music. I had to park on the far side of South Main street. So, I made my way up Main street. I stopped in a few shops to speak to friends, and continued on my walk up to the top of north Main St. I live in a very mountainous area. There’s about a 150 metre elevation difference between the lower part of downtown and the upper part.

Anyway, I took a few shots along the way up and started back down the other side. When I reached the City Hall Plaza, I caught the glimpse of a young lady in the crowd approaching me. I knew the bow in her hair, and the blouse she was donning. I knew the walk and the fake laugh. It was my ex girlfriend downtown with another guy.

So, I panicked and slowed to a turtles pace until I could figure out what to do. “What am I going to say…What am I going to say???” I cerebrated over and over while trying not to be obvious. I sped up a wee bit but still didn’t have anything worthy to say. Something marvellous came over me, and a huge smile overtook my countenance.

Just before we met in the gang of people, she leaned over and whispered something to him. I looked straight ahead, as we passed one another. A huge burst of laughter spilled out of my mouth. I couldn’t restrain it. I stopped to catch my breath, and her boyfriend (I reckon) spun around and gave me that South Carolina go to hell look. I smiled and muttered, "Ah, fair play to ya".

She proceeded to pull out her lipstick and smile. I can only guess she was hoping to see a fight. Given her demeanor and the time we spent together, she would’ve loved for two men to fight over her. What woman wouldn’t?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean", he demanded with nostrils flared.

The strange thing was that I wasn’t mad nor scared. Of course, he was small boned like me but about six inches shorter.

Laughingly, I yanked a cigar out of my shirt pocket, tore the wrapping off of it, and proceeded to light it up in front of him. Then, I said, "What I meant was better you than me, pal".

He turned around and muttered something like, "I aught to kick his ass".

She grabbed him by the hand and they continued walking.

People were whispering and snickering throughout the plaza. It was a grand end to a rotten day. How was your day?

P.S.: I know that I wasn’t going to post so many personal stories in the future, but I just had to post this one due to the humour of the situation. I’m quite proud of myself. I could have decked him without ever uttering a word. But, she would have liked that.

Black and White Walkabout

Jefferson Davis — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 03:30:06 +0000

Monday, I got off of work early and headed downtown to enjoy the particularly tepid spring afternoon. The townies were buzzing up and down the streets as bees laboured through beds of violet and maize blooms. While sitting between two flowerbeds observing the bees wander through a maze of flowers, I was mesmerised by their virtuosity, dedication, and speed at which they danced to the delicate notes of gravity.

After desperately trying to capture their slyness for a while, I decided to take every shot that day in black and white. The monochrome images have more depth, since they lack colour. Personally, I love black and white images. They leave a bit of the work up to the imagination of the viewer. Each person can have his or her own unique interpitation of an image. I reckon that is why I love to draw with charcoal. A white piece of paper, a piece of charcoal, and an imagination can create boundless depictions with limitless interpitations.

P.S.: Please let me know whether you like the images all grouped together like this or a few at a time.

P.P.S.: Did you think I’d be writing ’bout Obama getting his arse kicked? Ha!

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