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Sunset at Jekyll Island, Ga. -- Labor Day No luck, but lots of trying with fishing at Jekyll Island, Ga. -- Labor Day Me at Jekyll Island, Ga. -- Labor Day The Orr Park Hoodlums Reunion III, August 16, Montevallo, Ala. Old school bike representation, Orr Park Hoodlums reunion Beautiful sunset on 14th Ave. S Brevard, NC

Me and my grandparents, 1973, Sea Island, Ga. Mimi and I making biscuits, 1975, Lyme, New Hampshire. She took care of me for a week or two when my sister was born. Did my smock not rock? My grandparents at our first house in Auburn, 1978. Four generations: Mimi, my Aunt Claudia, cousin Laura and her three children, Ryan, Kaitlyn and Evan, 2005. This was taken on a super hot August day in EdwinWarner Park in Nashville (hence a couple of unhappy kiddos). Today my sole grandparent turns 86. She will never read this blog entry or any words that appear on a computer screen, but that's okay. She doesn't like a lot of attention or sentiment anyway. That's just Mimi. My grandmother was born Elizabeth Ann, known as Betty, in 1922 in Dearborn, Michigan. She was the first born to a Swedish immigrant named John Eric Noreen and his French Canadian wife Isabelle Elizabeth Chartier. Mimi's father worked for one the Big Four auto companies. My mother's and my first name are also El

Last weekend my sister and I went to Atlanta, a trip briefly mentioned in my last post, to see our friends Tim and Angela and their two tiny girls. Last time Lindsay and I laid eyes on Audrey Rose was two years ago and I guess there's no need to point out that the difference between the age one and three is as vast as the Mojave. While there have been major changes in my life as well in this time period, Audrey has gone from a somewhat bald just-walking baby to a fully functioning member of kid society with thoughts, opinions, preferences (for many things ultra girlie) and of course many many questions that all start with "Why?" A baby no more, Audrey is the spitting image of her mama with an intense curiosity about the workings of the world like her papa. She's a proud big sister to seven-week-old Harper Jane and loved having ladies day out with me, Angela and Lindsay on Monday. I feel slightly guilty by not showing more appreciation for newborn Harper on this post,

How the mother of a toddler and a newborn can rock multitasking to this level is astonishing to me. The quality of her photography just gets better with each passing snap. Angela Georges (known simply by her maiden name of Waddy to myself and Linds) photography can been seen here on Flickr and here at her official professional site. She did the photography for my sister's wedding and couldn't be more highly endorsed to anyone looking for an extremely talented and hard-working freelancer in the Atlanta area. Here are some of her photos from our visit last weekend.

It's been a July full of travels and busyness which has made the month fly by and that's okay seeing as we're in the thick of the dog days. My A/C runs non-stop, the power bill is too high and being outside during the day is not recommended for "sensitive" groups such as myself -- referring to my asthma here and not my keen life-long ability to get my feelings hurt quickly. Yeah, I'm ready for fall to get here. We all are in the deep South. The month started out with an excellent fireworks show on Red Mountain that I saw from the News parking deck with some friends and co-workers. I worked that night and wasn't really in the photographing spirit, but Jeff Roberts at the News got some good snaps. The next week Clare and I went to Joe Wheeler State Park in north Alabama and caught some bream and me a decent-sized bass. Wheeler Lake is beautiful -- 87 miles long and full of huge fish. The last night I stayed up until 3:30 a.m. fishing, I saw an Alligator Gar

Bush Tours America To Survey Damage Caused By His Disastrous Presidency Thanks to Christina Tutor for the forward. I heart The Onion more than ever.

Acca/Dacca consisted of Birmingham youth rockers DaGoajes who transformed themselves into the pre-1980 AC/DC with a crazy look-alike lead singer. Their version of Angus Young , above, had a dry ice pack attached to his guitar at one time for some serious stage theatrics. I hope the late Bon Scott was smiling somewhere. This show was conceptualized by one of his cousins who lives in Birmingham and featured local bands: The Exhibit(s) Arkadelphia Bo Butler and Jody Nelson Plate Six Every Alice On Earth (my peeps) Acca / Dacca The Dirty Lungs Through the Sparks 13 Ghosts Official poster I did for the show Simple little web-only flier I did for my band in honor of 1970s and '80s bored-as-hell high school kids everywhere. I was definitely one of them. My photos of the show can be seen here. J. Purvis's photos of the show reside here.

It turns out that one video clip I took at City Stages didn't completely suck so here it is. This is the end of the The Flaming Lips' "Do You Realize," which is one of the my favorites. Regardless of its quality, it still doesn't hold a birthday candle to how great this show was in person. I didn't have a tripod and I'm no videographer so bear with me. Between April's Shelby Lynne show, The Flaming Lips and Tom Waits, I see no need to ever think this city doesn't exist on the map of excellent live music ... so there!