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Totally amateur phone camera pics thread.
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Hope your Friday is going just ducky. Up to the minute photos outside the clubhouse.
Took a walk in my former hometown. Went to see my parents grave, one year ago on this day my dad died. Asbestos, lung cancer, smoking, all the good stuff. He was an amazing sax player and I had the pleasure (and the displeasure) to play in the same bands as he.
Month before his death he could still get some sounds out of his new sax, but was disheartened when the lower register didn't flow as he was accustomed to. Saxophone was everything to him. His (and ours) biggest treasure was his -66 Selmer Mark VI that he got when that sax was still new.
A little tribute to my dad. These pictures have little to none to do with him, other than me and my walk.
When I moved to rural Kentucky from Seattle almost 14 years ago I saw this and had to snap a picture. I've said that I feel like I've gone back in time 50 years, but in all the GOOD ways, and this is photographic evidence. One word: Freedom. Yeah, freedom to do dumb stuff, but freedom nonetheless. 
Found three of these under a blanket on the bench at our fire pit:
Maker's Mark Distillery. The "moonshine" high octane that ends up in the barrels comes through that area:
My wife and I like to visit the small cemetaries in the rural part of Kentucky. There are a lot of stories buried in these small church yards off backroads.
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This is how we went to concerts back in the 70s and 80s. Sometimes a dozen or more of up piled in the back! Try that now in NY..I've said that I feel like I've gone back in time 50 years, but in all the GOOD ways, and this is photographic evidence. One word: Freedom. Yeah, freedom to do dumb stuff, but freedom nonetheless.
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We have quite a lot of similar small cemeteries here in NJ, some going back pre-revolutionary war. That used to be what you did, either bury loved ones on the family estate, or at small local churches.
I was in St Louis for a wedding and was bored in the off-time so I visited the blues museum. I recommend it. I spent hours there.
