a day at the museum

sure, thanksgiving w/ the ghurlfriend sounded awesome but what i really really wanted this thanksgiving was to have my picture taken next to the petrified rocky balboa. [insert my favorite curse here], i forgot to pack my halloween-themed kitchen mittens! i stand by the circus of excitement envious of others, and admire the view through the cropped-sensor viewfinder. oh, the 0.71X magnification, where are thou? i felt that the hung artists wanted their work photographed in black and white. at least i didn't use the flash. they would have liked that! what they really would have liked was the convenience of the flush. sooo after their time. i wonder which ones here money can't buy? once they come to their curator senses, david will be able to begin to appreciate the photo of sour cherries and a fly set against bokeh circles instead of the bunched up stale sunflowers in a likely locally and sustainably made vase. hidden from the views of the aforementioned others we raise our tender-skin hands for a moment allowing tina to capture the moment of eye-of-the-tiger victory forever. or until the hard drive zero-oned with the photo fails.