Yeah, I know. I've been a little absent. I have written some, but mostly I've been not here. My reader is about to explode -- I don't think I have read anyone else's blog in a couple of weeks. It's a problem of malaise related to Miss Roo's discovery of my blog, but I'm in recovery mode and promise to get back to the business of living soon.
Meantime, with the end of cheer season, my camera is back in action -- taking pictures of things OTHER than pony-tailed girls flying through the air in black, gold, blue and white uniforms.
Accordingly, I am rejoining the land of the Weekly Winners, the brainchild of the lovely Lotus.
Recently (um, about four months ago), I became the vocalist for a Dixieland jazz band. That, in addition to the a cappella chorus I have sung with for a zillion years. It's fun, it's wacky, we play (and sing) good music.
And we frequently make old people very happy.
This weekend, we had a gig at a local strawberry festival, where we played -- and the audience of seniors danced and clapped and had a blast with us. Here is a taste of our day:
Strawberries and champagne:
The band (yes, we're a bunch of old folks!):
Look carefully in the back -- that's ME!
Amazingly talented clarinet man:
Not everyone liked our music, I guess:
Meanwhile, check out Lotus' -- and other talent photographers' -- Weekly Winners. And I'll try to be a better blog friend.