Snapshots Month of Love #5

Paula Light’s challenge: , “Let’s celebrate the month of lurve (aka love) by posting one thing we love every day throughout February.

I love these pictures because they remind me that photography doesn’t have to be about getting that ‘perfect shot’. It can be about finding that ‘perfect story’.

Or as I like to call it, ” I’m glad I saw that “.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Before the homeless guys set up camp in front of some buildings that people used to paint murals on, I used to like to take pictures of artwork. I guess I could take pictures of the tents and the barbeque grills and music system they’ve rigged up, but we’re all entitled to some privacy.

I’m going off topic-sorry.

Sometimes though, art would not be painted on a wall.

Like this little ‘stage’.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The story here is that my dog, Hamish knew he wasn’t supposed to eat the cat food. So he started to line his toys up in front of the bowl.

Then he would eat the food.

It made sense to Hamish.

Photo By J.M. Moscoso

My granddaughter- two years ago she put on her own production of Hamlet.

LOL.

FYI she still has this decoration in her toy box. She calls it ” Baby Monster “

Photo A.M. Moscoso

So there they are, just little stories but good ones all the same.

Bubba Says What?

Bubba’s gotta Bubba and nobody ever said you had to be smart to be a Football fan so these dorks are insisting on keeping their ” Arrowhead Chop chant.” even though they look like and sound major dweebs every time the subject comes up and they try to defend themselves and their poor choices.

 I am all about letting your creative side run crazy but I think if these Bubbs renamed their chant or whatever the hell it is, then I’m actually good with it.

I have a few suggestions that will reflect who they are, what they represent and I’m sure it would fly because then their chant would indeed be THEIRS.

Here they are:

The Hillbilly Chop
The Trailer park Slap
Or
Where’s my damn sammich Woman?
Yep. I think I’ve solved this one.
You’re welcome.