Rolls Royce. Tampa Convention Center, October 24, 2009
This is the city...
...Tampa, FL, October 2009
Sunset
St. Pete Beach, October 11, 2009
Georgia vs. LSU
Things went horribly wrong from this point on. Athens, GA, October 3, 2009
Tailgating
UGA. Athens, GA, October 3, 2009
Butterfly
Ponte Vedra, FL, September 2009
Ponte Vedra Revisited
This time with sunshine! September, 2009
Harbor Island
Tampa, July 2009
Bryant Park
Manhattan, July 2009
The Joker on Bourbon Street
New Orleans, June 2009
A Yard on Esplanade
New Orleans, June 2009
Mississippi River
New Orleans, June 2009
Vieux Carre
New Orleans, June 2009
Pretty birds
Sunset Beach, June 7, 2009
Rays lose to the Twins, 3-2
St. Petersburg, May 31, 2009
On the Beach
Ponte Vedra, FL, May 2009
Goldfish at Tradewinds Resort
St. Petersburg, May 2009
Dragonboat Paddlers
Tampa, May 2009
Happy Bird
Banana Docks, Tampa, April 2009
Just another beach day
Sunset Beach, April 19, 2009
Garrison Channel
Tampa, April 2009
The Wharf Rat
Baltimore, February 2009
Ah...the Beach
Treasure Island, January 2009
River Street
Savannah, December 2008
Flossie and Warren at Home
Flossie, saturated with fatigue, flickered open her eyes in time to see the pickaxe slash into her belly. She emitted a half-hearted chuckle, unable to muster a full-fledged, good-humored laugh. Warren, sensing Flossie's foul mood, lifted the tool from her torso, unwittingly disembowelling her. As Warren left the room, Flossie closed her eyes again momentarily to reconsider her attitude and concluded she shouldn't slight Warren simply because she was tired. Warren had been good to her, and after all, she was all he had. Rising from the cot where she had been relaxing, Flossie reached for her housecoat with one hand while attempting to contain her pancreas with the other. In the bathroom she sprinkled her lesion with baking soda from the medicine cabinet and went softly into the den where Warren was industriously sawing off his fingers with the lid from a tuna can. Unnoticed, she watched with affection as Warren completed one hand and began to unzip his fly. "Warren," she sighed, "I've been such a bitch all day." Looking up, Warren smiled understandingly and allowed a castigated forefinger to slip from between his lips. "You only want someone to talk to, to do something with," Flossie said. A tear came to Warren's eye as he once again saw how much Flossie meant to him, and he to her. Flossie smiled. Warren, unable to suppress his emotions, stepped briskly to the fireplace, picked up the wrought-iron poker from the rack and charged at Flossie, pinning her through the neck to the wallpaper. "Warren," she tried to say, "I love you."