I freely admit this category stumped me, partly because I somehow overlooked it while studying the list.
Even if I had seen it, I haven’t been anywhere crowded in a long time.
No rock concerts – I’d have to sell a kidney to afford tickets, and nobody’s going to want a kidney pickled in Bombay Sapphire.
No busy restaurants — Like the Spaniards, my wife Kerry and I prefer eating late, but without the ridiculous accents and resentment of the English dating to 1588, when the Spanish Armada seriously miscalculated the strength of the British Navy.
No super-popular movies — No, I haven’t seen The Hunger Games yet, and yes, I thought Jeff, Who Lives at Home was a decent film, if a bit slow. So did the three other people who didn’t feel like seeing Disney’s Chimpanzee but were desperate to get out of the house and see something, anything.
So it was with a growing sense of anxiety that I approached the deadline for today’s theme, Crowd. And then I remembered this photo, which I originally took for the Mirror theme because of all the chrome. I like to think there’s almost nothing more crowded looking than the engine of Harley-Davidson touring bike. Of course, I also like to think I’m about 50 pounds lighter, three times sexier and 15 percent smarter than I am. So maybe I can’t be trusted.
At least I can be happy about one thing: that the beating I took for photographing “Devil Dog’s” bike without his permission was all worth it in the end.
fucking exhausting accursed delightfully challenging competition is crowded with other participants who’d love for you to pay them a visit and comment: