2011 the daily post - photo journal

I've named this gallery "The Daily Post" but I can't promise that I will post every day. This gallery is more of a journal of what's going on in my little section of this world we all share. Some days the photo may be better than the commentary and others, the commentary is much better than the photo. It's just a way to combine two of my favorite things, photography and speaking my mind. Here's to 2011! Kris :D
watermaking in place

10.17.11 = Flashback Friday (on Monday) 1969 <br />
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Sorry I missed the Flashback Friday last week. Things got a bit busy for me. After catching grief from two of my sisters and my mother for not posting it, I thought I had better get it done today. <br />
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As I was stopped at an intersection last week, there was a guy dressed up as a, a, well, I’m not sure what he was really, but he was dressed up and on the corner with a sign advertising the Halloween store that opened up. It made me think back to all those costumes that my mother made us over the years. I remember that excitement of deciding what we wanted to be, shopping to pick the fabric and then being fitted. But there was nothing like that feeling when you put your costume on for the first time and then mom completed the look with some make-up. It was always so much fun. When we were little, Dad used to walk us from house to house. I can remember some of the neighbors would give him a treat of a can of beer. This Halloween, I was Jeannie from “I Dream of Jeannie” and Kasey, the devil. I remember this year because it was really cold that night and Mom made us bundle up with multiple layers under our costumes which made them a bit tight. After all was done, we would come home and dump our bags out and start sorting and making candy trades. “I’ll give you two coconut creams for one Baby Ruth.” <br />
Good times. <br />
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“Eat, drink and be scary.” Unknown

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10.17.11 = Flashback Friday (on Monday) 1969

Sorry I missed the Flashback Friday last week. Things got a bit busy for me. After catching grief from two of my sisters and my mother for not posting it, I thought I had better get it done today.

As I was stopped at an intersection last week, there was a guy dressed up as a, a, well, I’m not sure what he was really, but he was dressed up and on the corner with a sign advertising the Halloween store that opened up. It made me think back to all those costumes that my mother made us over the years. I remember that excitement of deciding what we wanted to be, shopping to pick the fabric and then being fitted. But there was nothing like that feeling when you put your costume on for the first time and then mom completed the look with some make-up. It was always so much fun. When we were little, Dad used to walk us from house to house. I can remember some of the neighbors would give him a treat of a can of beer. This Halloween, I was Jeannie from “I Dream of Jeannie” and Kasey, the devil. I remember this year because it was really cold that night and Mom made us bundle up with multiple layers under our costumes which made them a bit tight. After all was done, we would come home and dump our bags out and start sorting and making candy trades. “I’ll give you two coconut creams for one Baby Ruth.”
Good times.

“Eat, drink and be scary.” Unknown

Haloween 1969 Kris Kasey