Meri's Musings

I'm not usually naughty or the wild and crazy type. Honest! I'm usually on the demure side with a somewhat wicked sense of humor lurking quietly below the surface. But every now and then some trouble-maker leads me astray. "Will you take my picture kissing this statue?" asks Deb , so sweetly that I succumb in a moment of weakness. Click. "How about another angle?" OK. "You r turn." "But I'm not tall enough to kiss her." This, after tiptoes proved inadequate and no step-stool materialized. "Well then, grab her butt." Photo © 2010 by Deb Taylor Or something............ Photo © 2010 by Deb Taylor There's a disadvantage in being short that should be apparent here. It induces you to sacrifice your dignity and sense of propriety. Just call me Little Miss Mischief. (And for additional musings, click HERE to see my very personal Sepia Saturday.) As if this post weren't personal enough! * *...

Lest you think the whole weekend of legal seminars was a total bore, let me assure you that lawyers can be wild and crazy. But not me. I'd had two Margaritas at the Applewood Grill where we went for dinner, at least I think that was the name of the place, but I'm not sure especially since I consumed my year's ration of alcohol in one sitting. So at the hotel bar, I sipped a ladylike Diet Coke (pictured in the foreground with the straws looking psychedelic under the black light above our table) and got out the camera. I started out using the flash so the dancers were illuminated (like Michele & Kim & Kara & Jeanine) but if you're on the dance floor it's annoying to have a flash going off from the sidelines, so I started taking hand-held shots using a "sunset" setting and no flash. The results were colorful and blurry and really pretty interesting (or maybe it was the Margaritas that made them seem interesting). This is one of the early hand-h...