I've been photographing this corner since 1980. It has changed alot.

While I was enjoying a nice day of photo-safari weather Jenni was driving to Tennessee to see the new nephew. My day went much better, even though I had to head down town to get the battery charger for my new camera. When my new camera arrived at the store on Thursday I immediately started charging the battery in the office where I also do sensor cleanings for customers. So naturally I forgot to bring it home that night, or the next night. So on Saturday, since I was downtown anyway picking up my charger I headed over to Mass Avenue to update a recurring photo I've been taking since 1980. Plus I got off a few more good ones with the new gear.
Speaking of the new camera and gear, as Jenni was getting ready to pull out of the driveway this Saturday at 8:00 we witnessed some of our bird population in courtship rituals at our garage attic vent. I ran in and got the 300mm lens from my new camera gear and went to work snapping the determined male trying to convince a disinterested "chick" while two other suitors waited in a nearby tree (sounds an awfully lot like my entire High School experience).
What part of no do you not understand, fluffy!
I mentioned that Jenni's adventures were more grueling than my own. I puttered and sputtered around the house after she left before heading out for the charger. So I was in line at the Hardee's for Sausage & Egg Biscuits (2 for $2.22) when she called. Our old 87 Dodge Ram pickup has had carburetor issues since we got it, we've even had a rebuilt carb put on recently, and tuned and tuned again. So I get a call while in line at Hardee's the truck won't start, and the butterfly valve is stuck open. She's at the last Indiana rest stop about 30 miles north of Louisville. She thinks maybe it will fix itself if she lets it sit awhile. We agree to wait. Now I'm almost to Roberts when I get blinged with a new text message, so I pull over at Conseco by 'my' Starbucks. She's still there. I call and offer to drive to the rest stop (90 minutes to 2 hours each way) and trade vehicles. She says she would call AAA first, or see if anybody at the rest stop can help. Eventually a traveler from Samaria came upon our wary traveler and suggested the float may be stuck, and striking thus awoke he the butterfly release spring, and lo the vehicle started.
A little later she called again in a near panic (this time as I was taking my final photos on Mass avenue). "Something else has happened, it smells like there's wires burning!" This next part of the Saga happened in Middle Kentucky between Elizabethtown and Munfordville where had Jenni struck some road bumps or potholes hard enough to make the shocks bottom out in the towers and shake loose a fuse or wiring and fried the CD/Radio in the dash. I suggested continuing driving but cracking the windows, the smell subsided and she continued with only the hum of the motor and her worries to keep her company.
Later, still in Kentucky some 30 to 40 miles from the Tennessee border the new again Aunt again fell victim to the truck carburetor problem, this time the Samaritan appeared in the guise of a truck driver and assisted our struggling wayfarer. Jenni tole me that she was back on the road, still with plenty of gas and only 70 miles from here destination beside a crib gushing over the newest and smallest Mr. Evans.

One of the flowering trees at St.Marks on New Jersey St.@ Vermont St.
Meanwhile in Indianapolis, my photo-safari done I headed home to play with photos and as it turned out take a 90 minute nap, which was only once interrupted by a call saying that she made it to Pleasant View and was even then slurping a Cherry Limeade from Sonic and only 7 miles from the meeting with micro-Mason Evans.
HAPPY EASTER! See you soon.
Chuck Pace ©2009 
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